Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, PLAYED ON A CLAVIER, by MARGARET TOD RITTER



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PLAYED ON A CLAVIER, by            
First Line: Oh, never, never may the words be said
Last Line: Oh, never, never may the words be said!
Subject(s): Clavichords


Oh, never, never may the words be said
But flit like ghosts about the quiet room.
Words that the humblest lad may hire a bed
To whisper on, while that sweet child to whom
The threadbare syllables are stammered out
Becomes a queen by virtue of their magic.
The things that we may never talk about
But parry, inarticulate and tragic,
Are common speech to lovers. Day by day
We brood upon the little goatherd's crime

Laughing intrepidly at those who say
The spring is beautiful: and all the time
My hand smoothing the moonlight from your head . . .
Oh, never, never may the words be said!





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