Poetry
Fav. poems:
P.S. -not which I wrote... and i'm not sure about the verses, & stanzas, how they're set up, and mind my vocabulary plz too.
Piano
by D.H.Laurence
Softly in the dark, a woman is singing to me,
taking me back down the visa of years, till I see,
a child sitting under the piano
in the boom of the tingling strings
and pressing the small poised feet
of a mother who smiles as she sings
In spite of myself,
the insidious mastery of song,
betrays me back till my heart weeps to belong
To the old Sunday evenings at home,
with winter outside, and hymns in the cosy parlour
the tinkling piano our guide
So now it is vain for the singer,
to burst into clamour with the big gr8 piano, appasinato,
the glamour of childish days is upon me,
my manhood is cast, down in the flood of rememberance,
I weep like a child for the past.
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