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Lola Ridge

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A Street Song

I cannot understand
      Why some old, foolish song
Wound by a grimy hand
      Out of an organ, winded, wrong,
With broken keys a-fret
      Blared to its halting end
In a thronged streetway – should beget
      Dreams that noonday cannot fend!


‘A Street Song,’ Gunter's Magazine Aug 1910: 63.

Last updated 30 May, 2013