How can I work when you play the piano, <br /> Feminine person above? <br />How can I think, with your ceaseless soprano <br /> Singing: 'Ah, Love-'? <br /> <br />How can I dream of a subject aesthetic, <br /> Far from the purlieus of prose? <br />How, with the call of the peripatetic <br /> 'High! High cash clo'es!'? <br /> <br />How can I write when the children are crying? <br /> How can I poetize-how? <br />How can I help imper_fect_ versifying? <br />(There is some now.) <br /> <br />How can I bathe in the thought-waves of <br /> beauty? <br />How, with my nerves on the slant, <br />Can I perform my poetical duty? <br /> Frankly, I can't.<br /><br />Franklin P. Adams<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/how-162/
