LET me be monosyllabic to-day, O Lord. Yesterday I loosed a snarl of words on a fool, on a child. To-day, let me be monosyllabic ... a crony of old men who wash sunlight in their fingers and enjoy slow-pacing clocks. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LAUGHTER (YOUTH SPEAKS TO HIS OWN OLD AGE) by CONRAD AIKEN SEVEN TWILIGHTS: 1 by CONRAD AIKEN AUGUST FIRST by HAYDEN CARRUTH BATTLE OF BRITAIN by CECIL DAY LEWIS WHAT I'VE BELIEVED IN by JAMES GALVIN |