THE GENTLE READER

THE GENTLE READERBY ARTHUR DAVISON FICKE

BY ARTHUR DAVISON FICKE

WHY does the poet choose to sing?No impulse ever stirred in meThe wish to make myself a thingTo which all mocking gibes might cling.”Perhaps he sees more than you see.“Why should this fool go crying outThe secrets of his soul? In steelI case myself, nor care to shoutThose things one does not talk about.”Perhaps he feels more than you feel.“If I had wisdom to impart,I’d say the thing, and let it go,Not trifle with a foolish artAnd make a motley of my heart.”Perhaps he knows more than you know.

WHY does the poet choose to sing?No impulse ever stirred in meThe wish to make myself a thingTo which all mocking gibes might cling.”Perhaps he sees more than you see.“Why should this fool go crying outThe secrets of his soul? In steelI case myself, nor care to shoutThose things one does not talk about.”Perhaps he feels more than you feel.“If I had wisdom to impart,I’d say the thing, and let it go,Not trifle with a foolish artAnd make a motley of my heart.”Perhaps he knows more than you know.

WHY does the poet choose to sing?No impulse ever stirred in meThe wish to make myself a thingTo which all mocking gibes might cling.”Perhaps he sees more than you see.

WHY does the poet choose to sing?

No impulse ever stirred in me

The wish to make myself a thing

To which all mocking gibes might cling.”

Perhaps he sees more than you see.

“Why should this fool go crying outThe secrets of his soul? In steelI case myself, nor care to shoutThose things one does not talk about.”Perhaps he feels more than you feel.

“Why should this fool go crying out

The secrets of his soul? In steel

I case myself, nor care to shout

Those things one does not talk about.”

Perhaps he feels more than you feel.

“If I had wisdom to impart,I’d say the thing, and let it go,Not trifle with a foolish artAnd make a motley of my heart.”Perhaps he knows more than you know.

“If I had wisdom to impart,

I’d say the thing, and let it go,

Not trifle with a foolish art

And make a motley of my heart.”

Perhaps he knows more than you know.


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