In a writing class last fall, my teacher asked the class to recall a smell from our past. We then followed the memory wherever it took us. I was amazed at how vividly things came back to us. We were made with such a powerful sense of smell, inevitably tied to thought and memory.
What is your favorite smell? What smell do you hate? And why don’t more poets write about smell? That’s what our poet, Christopher Morley, wants to know.
NEW WORD ALERT: Do you know what “gramarye” means? We had to look it up. It’s a fancy old-fashioned term for “magic” or “enchantment.” — Kelly
Smells
by Christopher Morley
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!
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This post and poem are lovely… and so “fillin'”, as Becky says to Sara in The Little Princess. I tend toward taste descriptions to lend warmth and substance to my writing, but I’ll be considering smell more often now. Thank you!
So many wonderful smells in this thing! I don’t know what turpentine smells like, though. Need to find out.
Smells smells everywhere
That our poet tell
Anything has a smell
Good Or bad
Smells smells everywhere
That our poet tell
Anything has a smell
Good Or bad
Can someone tell me what this poem is about?