WHY is it that the poet tells <br />So little of the sense of smell? <br />These are the odors I love well: <br /> <br />The smell of coffee freshly ground; <br />Or rich plum pudding, holly crowned; <br />Or onions fried and deeply browned. <br /> <br />The fragrance of a fumy pipe; <br />The smell of apples, newly ripe; <br />And printer's ink on leaden type. <br /> <br />Woods by moonlight in September <br />Breathe most sweet, and I remember <br />Many a smoky camp-fire ember. <br /> <br />Camphor, turpentine, and tea, <br />The balsam of a Christmas tree, <br />These are whiffs of gramarye. . . <br />A ship smells best of all to me!<br /><br />Christopher Morley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/smells/
