Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A OUTRANCE (FRANCE, SEVENTEENTH CENTURY), by ROBERT CAMERON ROGERS Poet's Biography First Line: Heigho! Why the plague did you wake me? Last Line: De genlis, my love to madame. Subject(s): Women | ||||||||
Heigho! Why the plague did you wake me? It's barely a half after four; My head, too, isah! I remember That little affair at the shore. Well, I had forgotten completely! I must have been drinking last night Rapiers, West Sands, and sunrise But whom, by the way, do I fight? De Genlis! Ah, now I recall it! He started it all, did he not? I drank to his wifebut, the devil! He needn't have gotten so hot. Just see what a ruffler that man is, Just to give me a challenge to fight, And only for pledging milady A half-dozen times in a night. Ah, well! It's a beautiful morning, The sun just beginning to rise, A glorious day for one's spirit To pilgrimage off to the skies God keep mine from any such notion; This duel's à outrance, you see, I haven't confessed for a month back, And haven't had breakfast, tant pis! Well, here we are, first at the West Sands! The tide is well out: and how red The sunrise is painting the ocean; Is that a sea-gull overhead? And here come De Genlis and Virron: Messieurs, we were waiting for you To complete, with the sea and the sunrise, The charming effect of the view. Are we ready? Indeed we were waiting Your orders, Marigny and I. On guard then it is,we must hasten: The sun is already quite high. Where now would you like me to pink you? I've no choice at all, don't you see; And any spot you may desire Will be convenable for me. From this hand-shake, I judge I was drinking Last night, with the thirst of a fish; I've vigour enough though to kill you, Mon ami, and that's all I wish. Keep cool, keep your temper, I beg you, Don't fret yourselfNow by your leave I'll finish you offHelp, Marigny! His sword's in my heart, I believe. God! God! What a mortification! The Amontillado last night Was drinking, you know, and my hand shook; My head, too, was dizzy and light. And I the best swordsman in Paris! No priest, please, for such as I am I'm goingGood-by, my Marigny; De Genlis, my love to Madame. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ARISTOTLE TO PHYLLIS by JOHN HOLLANDER A WOMAN'S DELUSION by SUSAN HOWE JULIA TUTWILER STATE PRISON FOR WOMEN by ANDREW HUDGINS THE WOMEN ON CYTHAERON by ROBINSON JEFFERS TOMORROW by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD LADIES FOR DINNER, SAIPAN by KENNETH KOCH GOODBYE TO TOLERANCE by DENISE LEVERTOV THE ROSARY by ROBERT CAMERON ROGERS |
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