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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE AMATEUR, by WILLIAM A. PHELON First Line: He doesn't play the game for glory Last Line: Won't even know what it is all about! Subject(s): Baseball; Games; Ignorance; Man-woman Relationships; Sports; Recreation; Pastimes; Amusements; Dullness; Stupdity; Male-female Relations | |||
HE DOESN'T play the game for glory, And he doesn't play the game for golden pelf— He plays it just because he likes the pastime, And (perhaps) because he has the chance to strut himself. He stops the whizzing liners with his meat-hand, He stops the grounders with his beardless chin, And ever and anon some other youngster Comes sliding down and spikes him on the shin. He takes long chances that a big league veteran Would never risk for fifteen thousand bones, And he believes he's well-paid if his cutie Applauds him in her shrill and piping tones! And, even then, it's half a chance he loses— The crowd may cheer his doings with a shout, But when he's going best, his little cutie Won't even know what it is all about! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MISERY AND SPLENDOR by ROBERT HASS THE APPLE TREES AT OLEMA by ROBERT HASS DOUBLE SONNET by ANTHONY HECHT CONDITIONS XXI by ESSEX HEMPHILL CALIFORNIA SORROW: MOUNTAIN VIEW by MARY KINZIE SUPERBIA: A TRIUMPH WITH NO TRAIN by MARY KINZIE COUNSEL TO UNREASON by LEONIE ADAMS TWENTY QUESTIONS by DAVID LEHMAN A FOOL THERE WAS by WILLIAM A. PHELON |
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