Child's Song
ROBERT LOWELL
CHILD'S SONG
My cheap toy lamp
gives little light
all night, all night,
when my muscles cramp.
Sometimes I touch your hand
across my cot,
and our fingers knot,
but there's no hand
to take me home-
no Carribean
island, where even
the shark is at home.
It must be heaven.
There on that island,
the white sand shines
like a birchwood fire.
Help, saw me in two,
put me on the shelf!
Sometimes the little muddler
can't stand itself!
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