Sudkova, Spring in My Little Garden, 1930s Josef Sudek
Thursday, March 18, 2010
Your Private Way
Whether it was your way of walking Or of laughing moved me, At sight of you a song wavered Ghostly on my lips; I could not voice it, Uncertain what the notes or key.
Be thankful I am no musician, Sweet Anonymity, to madden you With your own private walking-laughing way Imitated on a beggar's fiddle Or blared across the square on All Fools' Day.