Conch by E.B. White – a Pocket Poem

conchConch by E.B. White

Hold a baby to your ear

As you would a shell:

Sounds of centuries you hear

New centuries foretell.

Who can break a baby’s code?

And which is the older—

The listener or his small load?

The held or the holder?

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