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“What was he doing, the great god Pan, down in the reeds by the river?…” Sometimes some poem stays in us for years, to decompose slowly. So it was with The Musical Instrument by Elizabeth Barrett Browning, decomposing in me for years. I had read it when I was in high school. It is about… Continue reading black

Now A Tiger

Long was the winding queue, In it standing was an urchin – Empty mind an’ empty tummy Waiting for his lowly luncheon. Mind nibbling empty mind, Tummy pinching at the tummy, And our urchin in the heat Standing for a morsel grummy. Suddenly a lighting bolt Struck our little hapless lad – Suddenly he ran away… Continue reading Now A Tiger