Conrad Potter Aiken - Improvisations: Light And Snow: 05

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When I was a boy, and saw bright rows of icicles In many lengths along a wall I was dissappointed to find That I could not play music upon them: I ran my hand lightly across them And they fell, tinkling. I tell you this, young man, so that your expectations of life Will not be too great. Conrad Potter Aiken poemhunter.com/poem/improvisations-light-and-snow-05-2/