I think of Gaspard that certainly was not His real name he is traveling he has left the town Of Blue Lanchi where all the children called him Papa At the foot of the calm gulf facing the seven islands Gaspard walks on and longs for the rice and the tea The milky way At night since naturally he is walking Only at night often catches his eye But Gaspard Knows full well that one must not follow it | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ALIEN WOMEN; SONGKHLA, THAILAND by KAREN SWENSON GERONTION by THOMAS STEARNS ELIOT SABBATH THOUGHTS by GRACE AGUILAR MY FORE-ELDERS by WILLIAM BARNES THE CRACKED BELL by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE THE MINSTREL; OR, THE PROGRESS OF GENIUS by JAMES BEATTIE |