Why does he still keep ticking?
Why does his round white face
Stare at me over the books and ink,
And mock at my disgrace?
Why does that thrush call, 'Dunce, dunce, dunce!'?
Why does that bluebottle buzz?
Why does the sun so silent shine? -
And what do I care if it does?

(C) Walter De La Mare
03/10/2020


Best Poems of Walter De La Mare

• The Scarecrow
• Tartary
• The Mocking Fairy
• The Reawakening
• The Truants
• Hi!
• The Grey Wolf
• The Strangers
• Mistletoe
• Will Ever?
• Nobody Knows
• Martha
• The Children Of Stare
• Tit For Tat
• Unstooping
• The Night-swans
• Alone
• How Sleep The Brave