Each has his past shut in him like the leaves of a book known to him by his heart, and his friends can only read the title.
THE MAN IN THE HIGH HAT–WELL FANCY THAT
When I was as high as that
I saw a poet in his hat.
I think the poet must have smiled
At such a solemn gazing child.
Now wasn`t it a funny thing
To get a sight of J.M. Synge,
And notice nothing but his hat?
Yet life is often queer like that.
~~ L.A.G. Strong ~~
L.A.G. Strong (1896-1958) was a highly versatile scribbler of some 20 books, children`s literature, plays, movie scriptwriter, critic and some time poet of ingenious whimsy — of which the above item is a charming example.
Language and good literature are like fine wine upon the lips. I cannot imagine a life without the written word. It`s the music which keeps the orchestra in my head playing on an endless loop of pleasure. Give me a book to read, and I`m as happy as a French man who has invented a pair of self removing trousers. View all posts by marlovian