Technical Hitch Poem by A. P. Herbert
Technical Hitch
'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
Tuesday, January 28, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: birds,bondage,may,silence
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