Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A NEW PILGRIMAGE: 15, by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: For thus it is. You flout at kings to-day Last Line: Kick out your hero with his ass's head. | ||||||||
For thus it is. You flout at kings to-day. To-morrow in your pride you shall stoop low To a new tyrant who shall come your way, And serve him meekly with mock-serious brow, While the world laughs. I shall not laugh at you. Your Bourbon, Bonaparte or Boulanger Are foils to your own part of ingénue Which moves me most, the moral of your play. You have a mission in the world, to teach All pride its level. Poet, prince and clown, Each in your amorous arms has scaled the breach Of his own pleasure and the world's renown. Till with a yawn you turn, and from your bed Kick out your hero with his ass's head. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ESTHER; A YOUNG MAN'S TRAGEDY: 51 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 110. THE OASIS OF SIDI KHALED by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 112. GIBRALTAR by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 55. ST. VALENTINE'S DAY by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 60. FAREWELL TO JULIET (9) by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 88. A DAY IN SUSSEX by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE OLD SQUIRE by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT A BALLAD OF THE HEATHER by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT A CHAUNT IN PRAISE by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT A CUCKOO SONG by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |
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