Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SHORE PICNIC, by JOHN FREEMAN Poet's Biography First Line: The whole vast shelving shore serves for our / platter Last Line: Green-furred and root enfolding. Subject(s): Picnics; Seashore; Barbecues; Beach; Coast; Shore | ||||||||
THE whole vast shelving shore serves for our platter, Tilted a littlebut 'tis no great matter. There we can sit like moths clinging to the rim, While the children, butterfly-like, pursue their whim Prancing and dancing hither-thither as though they were mad, So that quiet, if it were wanted, is not to be had. Ten yards away a rock crouches in a pool Of weeds and water and weedy shadows full; And in the rock another small pool hides Infinite deeps, and no beam-finger slides In and out fish-like as the sun makes play. Here waiting, idly hungry, apeing gay, We silly elders toss by turn small pebbles, Breaking the pool's deep stillness, till the trebles Of mocking children tease our hands to hold; And in a moment the pool is still, dark, old. No gong summons us, no butler bends, no grimy Fingers of waiter serve us messes slimy. We stand, loll, lie; wives two, husbands two, and Mixed children and a friend or two at hand, And two by two we eat and drink and talk, Manners forgot, so that we rise and walk, Return, nibble like rabbits, gobble like turkeys, Arrogant as Attila, greedy as Emperor Xerxes, Languid our women as Helen when Alexander Looked unawares and deemed her the world's wonder. The things we eat are things we never eat In home's satiety, but the air gives a heat To appetite;brown thick crusts daubed with butter, Lettuce washed in the endless watery mutter Splashing down and down from height to lesser height; Eggs, cheese, and festal shrimps, and richly dight Jars of strange meats; then raspberries and plums, And wasps more plenteous; and syrupy gums And sweets of various wrapping (but like taste), And tea so long preparing, poured in haste, Gulped quickly or sipped loudly and drained by Throats that had else drunk half a barrel dry, And thirsted still. Then for a while outstretching Lazily luxurious, our thoughts wander, fetching Ancestral stories, fading memories And scandals half forgot, the curious lees Of gossip and old fables idly stirred, Fable by fable, all lightly told and heard; For idle thoughts are fruitful, too, and yield An hundredfold, like flowers in a wastefield. We rise and walk again. Lydgate's editor Tall, spar-like, newly home-come, stooping for Lovely anemones purpling each rock pool; Shelley's transcriber, smiling wise, brimful Of stories as the sea is full of seas; And one that talks of crime and mysteries, Verse, and the Austenian perfect style. We saunter eastward for a slow half-mile, And saunter westward, and returning find Those youngers tossing between wave and wind, Light as the light and shining in the sun, Then plunging in the broken waves that run Skirting the smooth reef. Their bold colours shake Like sinking flags of ships that the waves break Overwhelming; their mingled voices ripple Quicker than starlings in that thrilling treble. They are but birdsbut now, alack, they sink Back into human and anon they prink Their dainties in a mirror not the sea's, Then lie fatigued and utterly at ease, Retelling the morning's canter and expecting To-morrow's, and all lesser joys rejecting; Prone and content at last between the falling Cliff water and the sea's near water brawling. And unregarded all the crescent bay Zones the bare umbered cliffs and paling gray, And angular steep cleavings, shadow-holding, Green-furred and root enfolding. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SEASHORE by JOHN FREDERICK NIMS EASTERN LONG ISLAND by MARVIN BELL THE WIND IS BLOWING WEST by JOSEPH CERAVOLO IF SOMETHING SHOULD HAPPEN by LUCILLE CLIFTON THE MISSISSIPPI RIVER EMPTIES INTO THE GULF by LUCILLE CLIFTON GEOGRAPHY AS WARNING by MADELINE DEFREES |
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