The Poet And The Baby
|The Poet And The Baby
|In the 1913 collection of his work, The Complete Poems of Paul Laurence Dunbar.|
THE POET AND THE BABY
How's a man to write a sonnet, can you tell,—
How's he going to weave the dim, poetic spell,—
When a-toddling on the floor
Is the muse he must adore,
And this muse he loves, not wisely, but too well?
Now, to write a sonnet, every one allows,
One must always be as quiet as a mouse;
But to write one seems to me
Quite superfluous to be,
When you 've got a little sonnet in the house.
Just a dainty little poem, true and fine,
That is full of love and life in every line,
Earnest, delicate, and sweet,
Altogether so complete
That I wonder what's the use of writing mine.
This work published before January 1, 1923 is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.