English Poetry. Josephine Preston Peabody. The Green Singing-Book. Жозефина Престон Пибоди.

Josephine Preston Peabody (Жозефина Престон Пибоди)

The Green Singing-Book

I don't know how to read the words,
  Nor how the black things go.
But if you stand it up, and sing,
  You never have to know.

The music sounds alike each time
  When grown-up people play;
But every time I sing, myself,
  It sounds a different way.

And when I've sung the book all through,
  And every page, around,
I stand it upside down and sing,
  To see how that will sound.

I sing how all the things outside
  The window look to me;
The shiny wrinkles in the road,
  And then, about my Tree;

I sing about the City, too,
  The noises and the wheels;
And Windows blinking in the sun;--
  I sing the way it feels.

And if a Sparrow flies across,
  I put him in the Song.--
I sing whatever happens in,
  To make it last for long.

I sing about the things I think
  Of almost everything.
Sometimes I don't know what to Think
  --Till I begin to Sing.

Josephine Preston Peabody’s other poems:

1. The Mystic
2. The Play’s the Thing
3. The Masterpiece
4. The Sorrows
5. The Journey

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