The member with the face like a pale ham Settles his stomachs in the leather chair; The member with the mustard-coloured hair Chats with the member like a curly ram. Then silence, like the shutting of a clam, Gulps, and slow eating, and the waiter's stare. Like prosperous leeches settling to their fare The members gorge, distending as they cram. And I am fiery ice -- and a hand knocks Inside my blood. Three hours till God comes true, When there's no earth or sky or time in clocks, But only Hell and Paradise and You. Life bows his strings! I shout the amazing tune -- The eldest member drops his coffee spoon. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A DIRGE by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI OF THE MANNER OF ADDRESSING CLOUDS by WALLACE STEVENS THE VINE by MUHAMMAD AL-MU'TAMID II ON MISS HELEN FAUCIT'S JULIET by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN ECLOGUE: THE TIMES by WILLIAM BARNES THE WHITE ROAD UP ATHIRT THE HILL by WILLIAM BARNES PSALM 20. EXAUDIAT TE DEUS by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE TRENCH RAID NEAR HOOGE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN RED COTTON NIGHT-CAP COUNTRY; OR, TURF AND TOWERS: PART 2 by ROBERT BROWNING |