Classic and Contemporary Poetry
GOD PREACHES, by EDITH BARRETT (PARKER) HINCKLEY First Line: The calendar says that this is friday Last Line: There is nothing mean or commonplace. Subject(s): Cobwebs | ||||||||
The calendar says that this is Friday, So I must make my room all tidy, Brush down that cobweb that shames my wall; How it quivers and sways at the least windfall. Look at the strands of gossamer steel Like radiant spokes of a fairy wheel; Amazing in plan, design and pattern, It is copied, perhaps, from the rings of Saturn. Excuse me, cobweb, for being vexed, This is the sermon, you are the text: In all the world of time and space There is nothing mean or commonplace. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A FLY CAUGHT IN A COBWEB by RICHARD LOVELACE COBWEBS by CLIFFORD JAMES LAUBE ON LOCATION by EDITH BARRETT (PARKER) HINCKLEY THE IMPOSSIBLE INDISPENSIBILITY OF THE ARS POETICA by HAYDEN CARRUTH BIRTHDAY POEM FOR THOMAS HARDY by CECIL DAY LEWIS |
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