“A bit of talcum
Is always walcum.”
O Nash, “Reflection on Babies”
This tiny rhyme is almost an epitaph for Nash’s poems. The unexpected,
absurd neologism that makes the rhyme and brings the chuckle is a hallmark of his
brilliant light verses. Never (or seldom) acid, they have a ring of smartness
without arrogance, as if they were something that you might have come up with,
if only you had his ear, his cleverness, and his nerve.
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