Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE SONG OF THE CIGARETTE, by PATRICK MACGILL Poet's Biography First Line: Get thee gone, my erstwhile loved one, I am weary Last Line: Just a cosy spot and silence and a soothing cigarette. Subject(s): Smoking; Tobacco; Pipes; Cigars; Cigarettes | ||||||||
GET thee gone, my erstwhile loved one, I am weary of your sighs, Smothered by your fond embraces, tired gazing in your eyes No, I do not want to nurse him Baby, prattling little fool Would he were a little older, we would pack him off to school No, confound the morning paper, take it from the blessed room, I am sick of Peer-less Asquith, Crippen, and the Rubber Boom. Now the cosy room is quiet, and I hope the world will let Me sit down in calm enjoyment to my soothing cigarette. Let me see what brand will suit me; ah, it does n't matter much, Every cigarette's a pleasure, so I'll take one up as such; Oh, the delicate aroma! What perfume could e'er excel? Oh, the beautiful tobacco and the life-inspiring smell. What is wine, and what is woman? Vanity, the preacher says, If there's vanity in smoking, I am vain for all my days. Slightly changed, what says my Kipling? Recollect 'tis not a joke, What's a woman? Just a woman, but a cigarette's a smoke. England's kicking up a racket on the passing of the Peers. Let them pass, I care not twopence while this smoke goes past my ears; What the mischief am I caring if the German army comes, I will smoke in peace and paper 'mid the rolling of their drums; Let them fly until they're stupid, man was ever vain, I know, Why the reptiles (Latin something) flew ten thousand years ago! All the world's a show of puppets, and the wisest of them yet Sits behind the scenes and calmly smokes a Woodbine cigarette. Let the sickly poet picture scenes from his excited mind, If I'm left unto my smoking then the gods are very kind; Let the taxing legislators tax the beer and all the rest, If they spare my gentle Lady then I'm very surely blest; Makers of the law and sufferers, mankind of whatever stamp, Prince or pauper, saint or sinner, tyrant, teacher, tailor, tramp, Leave me, and I ask for little, but that little I must get, Just a cosy spot and silence and a soothing cigarette. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ONE LAST DRAW OF THE PIPE by PAUL MULDOON CHANEL NO. 5 by LAURE-ANNE BOSSELAAR OLD MEN ON THE COURTHOUSE LAWN, MURRAY, KENTUCKY by JAMES GALVIN DOWN BY THE CARIB SEA: 2. LOS CIGARILLOS by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON |
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