Mary Carolyn Davies
Reading edition
(Impetuously, with a floppy hat.)
A YOUNG GIRL TO A YOUNG BIRD
When one is young, you know, then one can sing Of anything: One is so young—so pleasurably so— How can one know If God made little apples, or yet pears, Or ... if God cares? You are young, maybe, Grackle; that is why I want to cry Seeing you watch the poems that I say To-night, to-day ... This little boy-bird seems to nod to me With sympathy: He is so young: it must be that is why ... As young as I!