A. P. Herbert

(1890-1971 / Ashtead, Surrey)

Technical Hitch - Poem by A. P. Herbert

'I beg your pardon for the slight delay:
In half-a-minute Mr. Smith will play.
Meanwhile, here is a record I commend—
Though it may have to stop before the end.'

O Lord, to what a bondage have we come!
Not for a second may the Air be dumb.
And men apologize with abject words
If silence falls, and we can hear the birds.
March 25, 1945

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, January 28, 2014

Poem Edited: Tuesday, January 28, 2014


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