Now am I a tin whistle
Through which God blows,
And I wish to God I were a trumpet
But why, God only knows.

(C) John Collings Squire, Sir
03/10/2020


Best Poems of John Collings Squire, Sir

• Spleen - (twelve Translations From Charles Baudelaire)
• The Happy Night
• Antinomies On A Railway Station
• Crepuscular
• Artemis Altera
• The Roof
• A Dogs Death
• A Memorial
• Dedication
• The Lily Of Malud
• Wars And Rumours, 1920
• Friendships Garland
• Starlight
• Music - (twelve Translations From Charles Baudelaire)
• Echoes
• Song
• On A Friend Recently Dead
• Ode: In A Restaurant
• Town
• Florians Song
• Lines