Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A SMALL POET INQUIRES, by FLORENCE CROW First Line: I do not know the organ notes Last Line: Shall I not play? | ||||||||
I do not know the organ notes, Its stops and keys, And so I cannot thunder its Full harmonies. I cannot draw a cello bow Across its strings So that you catch your breath and say An angel sings. But if I own a little pipe -- A hollow reed -- And know a tune that's wild and thin Yet sweet indeed, Learned of the river and the wind One autumn day -- Learned maybe at the river's edge, Shall I not play? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...COUNTRY AFTERNOON by FLORENCE CROW OLD MILL TEA-ROOM by FLORENCE CROW A GARDEN SONG by HENRY AUSTIN DOBSON AURENG-ZEBE, OR THE GREAT MOGUL: PROLOGUE by JOHN DRYDEN THE SPELL OF THE YUKON by ROBERT WILLIAM SERVICE THE RED COUNTRY by WILLIAM ROSE BENET ADMONITION by FREDERIKA BLACKNER LES HALLES D'YPRES by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN MARE AMORIS by GAMALIEL BRADFORD THE WANDERER: 3. IN ENGLAND: THE LAST TIME THAT I MET LADY RUTH by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |
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