A Word
by Harold Monro
Have you ever loved a word
Better than the man who spoke it?
So the moment that you heard
Its delightful syllables
Fall upon the air
You went wandering idly home
Dreaming of the way it cooled
That uncomfortable room?
Trying to repeat it slowly
Standing back from it and watching
Like a lover
To discover
What it meant and why you loved it?
Mostly words like hailstones tumble
On the thin air and disperse
In indiscriminating jumble
Incoherent or perverse.
Why did you speak this evening
Suddenly like that
Just as I was going?