Classic and Contemporary Poetry
FACADE: 9. 'I DO LIKE TO BE BESIDE THE SEASIDE', by EDITH SITWELL Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: When / don / pasquito arrived at the seaside Last Line: For what they hear, they repeat! | ||||||||
WHEN Don Pasquito arrived at the seaside Where the donkey's hide tide brayed, he Saw the banditto Jo in a black cape Whose slack shape waved like the sea -- Thetis wrote a treatise noting wheat is silver like the sea; the lovely cheat is sweet as foam; Erotis notices that she Will Steal The Wheat-king's luggage, like Babel Before the League of Nations grew -- So Jo put the luggage and the label In the pocket of Flo the Kangaroo. Through trees like rich hotels that bode Of dreamless ease fled she, Carrying the load and goading the road Through the marine scene to the sea. "Don Pasquito, the road is eloping With your luggage, though heavy and large; You must follow and leave your moping Bride to my guidance and charge!" When Don Pasquito returned from the road's end, Where vanilla-coloured ladies ride From Sevilla, his mantilla'd bride and young friend Were forgetting their mentor and guide. For the lady and her friend from Le Touquet In the very shady trees upon the sand Were plucking a white satin bouquet Of foam, while the sand's brassy band Blared in the wind. Don Pasquito Hid where the leaves drip with sweet . . . But a word stung him like a mosquito . . . For what they hear, they repeat! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BUCOLIC COMEDY: EARLY SPRING by EDITH SITWELL BUCOLIC COMEDY: FLEECING TIME by EDITH SITWELL BUCOLIC COMEDY: FOX TROT by EDITH SITWELL BUCOLIC COMEDY: KING COPHETUA AND THE BEGGAR MAID by EDITH SITWELL BUCOLIC COMEDY: SERENADE by EDITH SITWELL BUCOLIC COMEDY: SPINNING SONG by EDITH SITWELL BUCOLIC COMEDY: SPRING by EDITH SITWELL BUCOLIC COMEDY: THE BEAR by EDITH SITWELL BUCOLIC COMEDY: THE DOLL by EDITH SITWELL BUCOLIC COMEDY: THE FOX; FOR ANN PEARN by EDITH SITWELL BUCOLIC COMEDY: WHY by EDITH SITWELL ELEGY: THE GHOST WHOSE LIPS WERE WARM; FOR GEOFFREY GORER by EDITH SITWELL |
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