To a child’s poem, though the poem is not childish (and though childish would hardly be an insult… I believe I would rather be called childish than adultish):
The Robert Graves poem
, I’ve just listened to
so tempted to touch find and touch
, to hold that string
, the blocks of slate
, the word “slate” seeming
to ring
, I think not only that “there is a man who knows
how to read a poem
aloud, how to pronounce the word
dappled
” , but also, what a wonderful poem
to know
that Robert Graves poem
a warning to children
, one perhaps never heard by children
, one perhaps never listened to
, once tempted, my breath
, I cannot breath.
Link One: Writer’s Almanac
Link Two: Robert Graves
