Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE SNAIL, by ANTOINE VINCENT ARNAULT First Line: Without or child or friend or kin Last Line: And here the story of the snail. Subject(s): Snails | ||||||||
WITHOUT or child or friend or kin, To live a stranger here below, And shrink and hide our shell within At any danger's slightest show. To love one's self with boundless love, One's house with one's own self to fill; In genial weather forth to move, Only to work our neighbour ill. To mask our vile, destructive path By foulest trace and reckless scath. To outrage blossoms, pure and bright, By ribald kiss and poisoned bite; At last alone as in a goal; In grief and mischief to get old.-- Here is the egoist's story told, And here the story of the snail. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CROWS WHO TRY TO BE CORMORANTS DROWN by LEE ANN RORIPAUGH THE QUEST OF THE PURPLE-RINGED by ROBERT FROST FOR A FIVE-YEAR-OLD by KAREN FLEUR ADCOCK LITTLE SNAIL by HILDA CONKLING FABLE: 16 by ANTOINE VINCENT ARNAULT |
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