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How

How can I work when you play the piano,
 Feminine person above?
How can I think, with your ceaseless soprano
 Singing: ‘Ah, Love-’?
 
How can I dream of a subject aesthetic,
 Far from the purlieus of prose?
How, with the call of the peripatetic
 'High! High cash clo’es!'?
 
How can I write when the children are crying?
 How can I poetize-how?
How can I help imper_fect_ versifying?
(There is some now.)
 
How can I bathe in the thought-waves of
 beauty?
How, with my nerves on the slant,
Can I perform my poetical duty?
 Frankly, I can’t.
Altre opere di Franklin Pierce Adams...



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