A thrush, because I’d been wrong,
Burst rightly into song
In a world not vague, not lonely,
Not governed by me only.
by Richard Wilbur
The verse that is spinning in our house is this:
Now that the ladder of life has been strung
you might think a sweep’s on the bottommost rung
I spends me time in the ashes and smoke
in this whole wide world there’s no ‘appier bloke
Bennett’s two favorite lines are: “now that the ladder of life has been strung”, and “good luck will rub off when I shakes hands with you.”
(now it’s stuck in your head too!)
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