I would to heaven that I were so much clay, As I am blood, bone, marrow, passion, feeling -- Because at least the past were pass'd away -- And for the future -- (but I write this reeling, Having got drunk exceedingly to-day, So that I seem to stand upon the ceilling) I say -- the future is a serious mater -- And so -- for God's sake -- hock and soda-water! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPRING by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS GRENADIER by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN EPIGRAMS: BOOK I, 1 by MARCUS VALERIUS MARTIALIS THE ROSARY by ROBERT CAMERON ROGERS THE MATCH by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE CROSS TRIUMPHANT by HARRY HOWE BOGERT THE RING AND THE BOOK: BOOK 4. TERTIUM QUID by ROBERT BROWNING |