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Anna Wickham

Formalist

As men whose bones are wind-blown dust, have sung, Let me sing now! I'll sing of gourds, and goads, of honey, and the plough. I am a raw uneasy parvenu, I am uncertain of my time. How can I pour the liquor of new days In the old pipes of Rhyme?
Lees het gedichtUit het hoofd leren
GeïnspireerdAnna Wickham

The Singer

If I had peace to sit and sing, Then I could make a lovely thing; But I am stung with goads and whips, So I build songs like iron ships. Let it be something for my song, If it is sometimes swift and strong.