The Beginner After He Has Been Extemporising On an Instrument Not Of His Own Invention Browning --The Muse Among the Motors (1900-1930) Lo! What is this that I make -- sudden, supreme, unrehearsed -- This that my clutch in the crowd pressed at a venture has raised? Forward and onward I sprang when I thought (as I ought) I reversed, And a cab like martagon opes and I sit in the wreckage dazed. And someone is taking my name, and the driver is rending the air With cries for my blood and my gold, and a snickering news-boy brings My cap, wheel-pashed from the kerb. I must run her home for repair, Where she leers with her bonnet awry--flat on the nether springs! |
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