[Dannie] Abse recalls a childhood filled with various "manifestations of what grown-ups called 'soul'". His brothers would recite Tennyson and Browning, his sister would sing Gershwin in the bathroom and his father, "when moodily sad", would take down his violin and play Kreisler's "Humoresque". These memories flock, here, like birds "from nowhere", to feed on the sound of an old song.
Three Street Musicians
Three street musicians in mourning overcoats
from The Times Literary Supplement: Poem of the Week: Three Street Musicians
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