Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE SPHINX OF THE TUILERIES, by JOHN MILTON HAY Poet's Biography First Line: Out of the latin quarter Last Line: God is not mocked forever. Subject(s): Paris, France | ||||||||
OUT of the Latin Quarter I came to the lofty door Where the two marble Sphinxes guard The Pavillon de Flore. Two Cockneys stood by the gate, and one Observed, as they turned to go, "No wonder He likes that sort of thing, -- He's a Sphinx himself, you know." I thought as I walked where the garden glowed In the sunset's level fire, Of the Charlatan whom the Frenchmen loathe And the Cockneys all admire. They call him a Sphinx, -- it pleases him, -- And if we narrowly read, We will find some truth in the flunkey's praise, -- The man is a Sphinx indeed. For the Sphinx with breast of woman And face so debonair Had the sleek false paws of a lion, That could furtively seize and tear. So far to the shoulders, -- but if you took The Beast in reverse you would find The ignoble form of a craven cur Was all that lay behind. She lived by giving to simple folk A silly riddle to read, And when they failed she drank their blood In cruel and ravenous greed. But at last came on who knew her word, And she perished in pain and shame, -- This bastard Sphinx leads the same base life And his end will be the same. For an OEdipus-People is coming fast With swelled feet limping on, If they shout his true name once aloud His false foul power is gone. Afraid to fight and afraid to fly, He cowers in an abject shiver; The people will come to their own at last, -- God is not mocked forever. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LO, WHERE HAUSSMANN COMES, SEE WHERE HE COMES by KENNETH KOCH A PARIS BLACKBIRD by LAURE-ANNE BOSSELAAR AT THE MUSEE RODIN IN PARIS by LAURE-ANNE BOSSELAAR NO GROUNDS FOR PROSECUTION by ANDRE BRETON DECEMBER 24TH, PARIS - NOTRE DAME by SANDRA CISNEROS |
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