Shall I, lying in a grot, Die because the day is hot? Or declare I can't endure Such a torrid temperature? Be it hotter than the flames South Gehenna Junction claims, If it be not so to me, What care I how hot it be? Shall I say I love the town Praised by Robinson and Browne? Shall I say, "In Summer heat Old Manhattan can't be beat"? Be it luring as a bar, Or my neighbor's motor-car, If I think it is pazziz What care I how fine it is? Shall I prate of rural joys Far from civic smoke and noise? Shall I, like the others, drool "But the nights are always cool"? If I hate to rise at six Shall I praise the suburbs? Nix! If the country's not for me, What care I how good it be? Town or country, cool or hot, Differs nothing, matters not; For to quote that Roman cuss, Why dispute "de gustibus"? If to this or that one should Take a fancy, it is good. If these rhymes look good to me, What care I how bad they be? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHRISMUS IS A-COMIN' by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR ON HIS BEING [OR, HAVING] ARRIVED AT THE AGE OF TWENTY-THREE by JOHN MILTON COWLEY: THE GARDEN by ALEXANDER POPE PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 49. AL-MAJID by EDWIN ARNOLD THE SHEPHERD O' THE FARM by WILLIAM BARNES |