Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE SPOILSPORT, by ROBERT RANKE GRAVES Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: My familiar ghost again Last Line: Listens, watches, takes no rest. | ||||||||
MY familiar ghost again Comes to see what he can see, Critic, son of Conscious Brain, Spying on our privacy. Slam the window, bolt the door, Yet he'll enter in and stay; In tomorrow's book he'll score Indiscretions of today. Whispered love and muttered fears, How their echoes fly about! None escape his watchful ears, Every sigh might be a shout. No kind words nor angry cries Turn away this grim spoilsport; No fine lady's pleading eyes, Neither love, nor hate, nor port. Critic wears no smile of fun, Speaks no word of blame nor praise, Counts our kisses one by one, Notes each gesture, every phrase. My familiar ghost again Stands or squats where suits him best; Critic, son of Conscious Brain, Listens, watches, takes no rest. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DEAD COW FARM by ROBERT RANKE GRAVES GOLIATH AND DAVID by ROBERT RANKE GRAVES IN THE WILDERNESS by ROBERT RANKE GRAVES IT'S A QUEER TIME by ROBERT RANKE GRAVES LOST LOVE by ROBERT RANKE GRAVES NOT DEAD by ROBERT RANKE GRAVES STAR-TALK by ROBERT RANKE GRAVES THE ASSAULT HEROIC by ROBERT RANKE GRAVES THE BOUGH OF NONSENSE by ROBERT RANKE GRAVES |
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