WHY is it that the poet tells
So little of the sense of smell?
These are the odors I love well:
The smell of coffee freshly ground;
Or rich plum pudding, holly crowned;
Or onions fried and deeply browned.
The fragrance of a fumy pipe;
The smell of apples, newly ripe;
And printer's ink on leaden type.
Woods by moonlight in September
Breathe most sweet, and I remember
Many a smoky camp-fire ember.
Camphor, turpentine, and tea,
The balsam of a Christmas tree,
These are whiffs of gramarye. . .
A ship smells best of all to me!
Smells
Christopher Morley
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Ethel Mathews: Loved this poem when in year 6 & it came to mind this morning while frying onions. Still love it.
Ethel mathews: I loved this poem when in Year 6 & 63 years later it comes to mind while frying onions. Still love it.
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