A different sort of poem

[twirlgrrl]

OK, here's a lighter one, one that I first read in that same Advanced English class and committed to memory immediately.

The Guitarist Tunes Up

With what attentive courtesy he bent
Over his instrument;
Not as a lordly conquerer who could
Command both wire and wood,
But as a man with a loved woman might,
Inquiring with delight
What slight essential things she had to say
Before they started, he and she, to play.

Frances Darwin Cornford

Comments

[twirlgrrl.livejournal.com]

Ooh, that's lovely too. Thank you.

[jerrygarciuh.livejournal.com]

I love to sing it to Rachel. On our tenth anniversary we went to The Horn of the Moon restaurant in Vermont and I sang that to her after dinner. It's funny, I know I also gave her something but I don't remember what. I guess it mattered less than the song.