Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE BALLAD OF IMITATION, by HENRY AUSTIN DOBSON Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: If they hint, o musician, the piece that you played Last Line: And the man who plants cabbages imitates, too! Alternate Author Name(s): Dobson, Austin Subject(s): Art & Artists; Imitation; Music & Musicians; Poetry & Poets | ||||||||
'C'est imiter quelqu'un que de planter des choux.' -- ALFRED DE MUSSET. IF they hint, O Musician, the piece that you played Is nought but a copy of Chopin or Spohr; That the ballad you sing is but merely 'conveyed' From the stock of the Arnes and the Purcells of yore; That there's nothing, in short, in the words or the score That is not as out-worn as the 'Wandering Jew,' Make answer -- Beethoven could scarcely do more -- That the man who plants cabbages imitates, too! If they tell you, Sir Artist, your light and your shade Are simply 'adapted' from other men's lore; That -- plainly to speak of a 'spade' as a 'spade' -- You've 'stolen' your grouping from three or from four; That (however the writer the truth may deplore), 'Twas Gainsborough painted your 'Little Boy Blue'; Smile only serenely -- though cut to the core -- For the man who plants cabbages imitates, too! And you too, my Poet, be never dismayed If they whisper your Epic -- 'Sir Eperon d'Or' -- Is nothing but Tennyson thinly arrayed In a tissue that's taken from Morris's store; That no one, in fact, but a child could ignore That you 'lift' or 'accommodate' all that you do; Take heart -- though your Pegasus' withers be sore -- For the man who plants cabbages imitates, too! POSTSCRIPTUM -- And you, whom we all so adore, Dear Critics, whose verdicts are always so new! -- One word in your ear. There were Critics before... And the man who plants cabbages imitates, too! | 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 A FANCY FROM FONTENELLE by HENRY AUSTIN DOBSON |
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