Posted by Andy on June 10, 2012 at 04:47:30 user AndyG.
In Reply to: Ransome poetry posted by Anthony Knights on June 08, 2012 at 02:00:43:
A man who owns a little ship
Must be forgiven many a slip
Committed when on shore.
A wife in every foreign port
Is unto him accounted naught;
And shall a book count more?
A borrowed book that's not at hand,
Being, for safety's sake, on land
Seems but a trivial slip;
As for your promised day in Heaven,
He's used to have his weekly seven
For Heaven is his ship.
But when at last his sails are furled
And he is once more in the world
When little things count much,
An aeroplane with swiftest flight
Shall bear the book back to delight
It's [sic] owner's greedy clutch.
August 26, 1924. Racundra, River Aa.
(A poem sent to Dr. John Rickman who was badgering AR for a book he had lent him.)
Printed at the front of my version of Racundra's First Cruise.
Andy