Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE CLINK OF THE ICE, by EUGENE FIELD Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Notably fond of music, I dote on a sweeter tone Last Line: Of the clink of the ice in the pitcher the boy brings up the hall. Subject(s): Drinks & Drinking; Wine | ||||||||
Notably fond of music, I dote on a sweeter tone Than ever the harp has uttered or ever the lute has known: When I wake at five in the morning with a feeling in my head Suggestive of mild excesses before I retired to bed; When a small but fierce volcano vexes me sore inside, And my throat and mouth are furred with a fur that seemeth a buffalo hide, How gracious those dews of solace that over my senses fall At the clink of the ice in the pitcher the boy brings up the hall! Oh, is it the gaudy ballet, with features I cannot name, That kindles in virile bosoms that slow but devouring flame? Or is it the midnight supper, eaten before we retire, That presently by combustion setteth us all afire? Or is it the cheery magnum,nay, I'll not chide the cup That makes the meekest mortal anxious to whoop things up: Yet, what the cause soever, relief comes when we call, Relief with that rapturous clinkety-clink that clinketh alike for all. I've dreamt of the fiery furnace that was one vast bulk of flame, And that I was Abednego a-wallowing in that same; And I've dreamt I was a crater, possessed of a mad desire To vomit molten lava, and to snort big gobs of fire; I've dreamt I was Roman candles and rockets that fizzed and screamed, In short, I have dreamt the cussedest dream that ever a human dreamed: But all the red-hot fancies were scattered quick as a wink When the spirit within that pitcher went clinking its clinkety-clink. May blessings be showered upon the man who first devised this drink That happens along at five a. m. with its rapturous clinkety-clink! I never have felt the cooling flood go sizzling down my throat But what I vowed to hymn a hymn to that clinkety-clink devote; So now, in the prime of my manhood, I polish this lyric gem For the uses of all good fellows who are thirsty at five a. m., But especially for those fellows who have known the pleasing thrall Of the clink of the ice in the pitcher the boy brings up the hall. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A CUP OF TREMBLINGS by JOHN HOLLANDER VINTAGE ABSENCE by JOHN HOLLANDER SENT WITH A BOTTLE OF BURGUNDY FOR A BIRTHDAY by JOHN HOLLANDER TO A CIVIL SERVANT by EDMUND JOHN ARMSTRONG WINE by FRIEDRICH MARTIN VON BODENSTEDT THE GOOD FELLOW by ALEXANDER BROME WHEN A WOMAN LOVES A MAN by DAVID LEHMAN CHILD AND MOTHER by EUGENE FIELD |
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