Classic and Contemporary Poetry
STUDIES STATIC AND ECSTATIC, by EDWARD RALPH CHEYNEY First Line: In the house of my fathers Last Line: And goes on its way, whistling. Alternate Author Name(s): Cheyney, Ralph Subject(s): Family Life; Fathers; Home; Self; Soul; Relatives | ||||||||
Lullaby In the house of my fathers Are polished floors and discreet candles. ... Whisper more softly, And do not smile, Lest you be suffocated Beneath velvet grey Ashes drifting down! He Says My father is a fool. I wish I could chop him down Like the gnarled beech That blossomed so beautifully In our hearth-fire last winter; But I merely stand by and say, "Yes, sir! No, sir! Thanks!" My Soul My soul is a boomerang. Many times have I sold it, And cast it from me. But ever and ever it returneth. Damn it! Me and Myself Self is the root of sickness, sin, and sorrow. Self is illusion. ... So I earnestly endeavor to convince myself; But my self won't stop to listen; It puts its fingers to its nose at me, And goes on its way, whistling. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY AUNT ELLA MAE by MICHAEL S. HARPER THE GOLDEN SHOVEL by TERRANCE HAYES LIZARDS AND SNAKES by ANTHONY HECHT THE BOOK OF A THOUSAND EYES: I LOVE by LYN HEJINIAN CHILD ON THE MARSH by ANDREW HUDGINS MY MOTHER'S HANDS by ANDREW HUDGINS PLAYING DEAD by ANDREW HUDGINS THE GLASS HAMMER by ANDREW HUDGINS INSECT LIFE OF FLORIDA by LYNDA HULL A CHILD IS BORN by EDWARD RALPH CHEYNEY |
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