"Loon". ..."goose". ...and "vulture".... Thus, from the kings of water and of air, Men pluck three catchwords for their empty lips. Mock them in turn, wise, dumb triumvirate! You, gander, with stout heart tooled like your wings of steel, What coward knows your soul? "Egyptian vultures, clean as cherubim, All ivory and jet," sons of the burning sun, What creatures call you 'foul'? And you, nature's own child, You most precocious water bird, That shouts exultantly among lone lakes, You, foremost in the madman's alphabet— Laugh in superb contempt at folly's catalogue! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON LOOKING INTO GOLDING'S OVID by STEVE SCAFIDI JR. LITTLE JESUS by FRANCIS THOMPSON HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 20 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH KNOWLEDGE by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH THE SOUL TO THE BODY by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON MY EPITAPH by GEORGE GORDON BYRON TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 3. I ACCEPT YOU by EDWARD CARPENTER |