Classic and Contemporary Poetry
ELIMINATE THE I, by BELLE RICHARDSON HARRISON Poet's Biography First Line: You may not gather gold nor land Last Line: Eliminate the I. Subject(s): Conversation; Selfishness; Selflessness | ||||||||
YOU may not gather gold nor land, Nor wear a jeweled crown; You may not sway the multitude, Nor gain a great renown; But you'll always find a welcome, And your friends will wish you nigh, If you strive In conversation to Eliminate the I. Your home is like a palace, And your wife is hard to beat; Your sons are modern Chesterfields, Your daughters passing sweet: Without your aid, I truly think, These things your friends descry So no matter what You talk about, Eliminate the I. Say your neighborhood is charming, Or exactly the reverse, Discuss the latest german And its mazy steps rehearse; Say grown up people fume and fret, Say babies always cry But no matter what You talk about, Eliminate the I. Say Easter dresses will be trimmed In pleats or bias fold, The wind is shifting to the west, To-morrow will be cold; You may talk on any subject Underneath the arching sky But no matter what You talk about, Eliminate the I. You may worship high officials Or declare their course is wrong Shall a few men rule a nation, When rights to all belong? You may preach about the tariff, Lauding low, condemning high But no matter what You talk about, Eliminate the I. Dost hope to be a Talleyrand? A diplomat to be? Then treasure this advice'twill prove Invaluable to thee. The rule is universal, Will to every case apply No matter what You talk about, Eliminate the I. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SIGN FOR MY FATHER, WHO STRESSED THE BUNT by DAVID BOTTOMS A SOLILOQUY ON THE COURSE AND CONSQUENCE OF A DOUBTING MIND by JOHN BYROM MY NEIGHBOR'S ROSES by ABRAHAM GRUBER HOW SHOULD THEY KNOW ME by FRANCES RIDLEY HAVERGAL FASTING by EMILY PAULINE JOHNSON FIGHT; THE TALE OF A GUNNER AT PLATTSBURGH, 1814 by PERCY MACKAYE PRESAGING by RAINER MARIA RILKE ODE TO A PIG WHILE HIS NOSE WAS BEING ROASTED by ROBERT SOUTHEY A CRADLE SONG (FOND NONSENSE) by BELLE RICHARDSON HARRISON |
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