Clamorous cricket in the wall.
Thus chirping as night’s curtains fall,
I often think with wonder how such bare-boned,
tiny thing as thou.
In heated nooks within the mill
Can rasp thy song all night so shrill.
How oft at night I’ve sat alone
And heard thy sharppeculiar tone,
If as a tone I may define
That scraping, creaking chirp of thine
And listening while no other sound
Disturbed the loneliness around.
It fell upon my childish ears
As fairy whispers, ‘wakening fears
Till ghosts of every shape and size
Seemed flitting ‘fore my drowsy eyes.
But sitting, listening to thee now
With whiskered face and wrinkled brow,
I smile at childhood’s simple ways
Where strolled its goblins, ghosts and fays
And think—though some may think me wrong,
There’s music in a cricket’s song.
Sing, little, merry, cricket, sing;
Let thy elytracases* ring
Because thy rasping song invites
My memory back to summer nights
And fireside myths, when I, a boy.
Had felt no grief and lived in joy.
(*The tiny horny or shell likewings of insects)
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Oblivion by Satish Verma
- Together by Siegfried Sassoon
- An ode to you by Tanisha Avarsekar
- Robert Burns: Song Inscribed To Alexander Cunningham:
- With Ships the Sea was Sprinkled Far and Nigh by William Wordsworth
- Song In March by William Gilmore Simms
- Otho The Great – Act IV poem – John Keats poems
- The Epic of Jack and Jill by Robby Charters
- Unstitching by Satish Verma
- Lover’s Gifts XXXIX: There Is a Looker-On by Rabindranath Tagore
- Editorial Impressions by Siegfried Sassoon
- How I Walked Alone in the Jungles of Heaven by Vachel Lindsay
- The Welcome
- Владимир Высоцкий – Милицейский протокол
- Arithmetic on the Frontier by Rudyard Kipling
Some external links:
Duckduckgo.com – the alternative in the US
Quant.com – a search engine from France, and also an alternative, at least for Europe
Yandex – the Russian search engine (it’s probably the best search engine for image searches).
