Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE ITALICS ARE RICHARD GIFFORD'S, by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Verse sweetens toil, however rude the sound Last Line: Verse sweetens toil. Alternate Author Name(s): F. P. A. Subject(s): Muses; Poetry & Poets | ||||||||
VERSE sweetens toil, however rude the sound; She feels no biting pang the while she sings; Nor, as she turns the giddy wheel around, Revolves the sad vicissitudes of things. No pang to me my minnesinging brings; I pen my poems by the very pound. (They say, whene'er one strikes the lyric strings, Verse sweetens toil, however rude the sound.) My reckless muse, ungirdled and uncrowned, Sings on, sings on of cabbages and kings; Skyward she soars, or digs below the ground She feels no biting pang the while she sings. Coherence to the well-known winds she flings; She cares not if the clock of Time be wound, Nor recks she, as she plays, if wealth have wings, Nor as she turns the giddy wheel around. She muses on the souls confined and bound; On barren winters and on sapful springs; And as she stands upon her airy mound, Revolves the sad vicissitudes of things. I like a poem when it sort of swings, And floats and sinksat times you think it's drowned And lives, and dies, and falls away, and clings. But, in a long career, I've never found Verse sweetens toil. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ENVY OF OTHER PEOPLE'S POEMS by ROBERT HASS THE NINETEENTH CENTURY AS A SONG by ROBERT HASS THE FATALIST: TIME IS FILLED by LYN HEJINIAN OXOTA: A SHORT RUSSIAN NOVEL: CHAPTER 192 by LYN HEJINIAN LET ME TELL YOU WHAT A POEM BRINGS by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA JUNE JOURNALS 6/25/88 by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA FOLLOW ROZEWICZ by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA HAVING INTENDED TO MERELY PICK ON AN OIL COMPANY, THE POEM GOES AWRY by HICOK. BOB LINES FROM A PLUTOCRATIC POETASTER TO A DITCH-DIGGER by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS |
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