A LAD whose life is pure and clean— His stuff is cosmic, sempiternal; Whether in @3Harper's Magazine@1 Or in the so-called @3Evening Journal.@1 He needs no 24-point blurb, His verse requires no Gothic 10-point, For folks to say, "Believe me, Herb, Some ooze comes off of @3that@1 guy's pen point!" I wrote some poetry at home— I lived, you know, at Sabine Junction— A wolf came up and glimpsed my pome, And slammed the door with vulpine unction. A big, big, big, big wolf was he: (And if you crave corroboration, Look up Ode 22 and see The difficulties of translation.) Lived I where Kipling pens his rhymes, Or where Le Gallienne pens his stanzas; And worked I for the London @3Times,@1 Or for a sheet in Howell, Kansas— Oh, ship me to some desert isle Or leave me in my Conning Tower, Still shall I sing my Carrie's smile And love its cardiac motive power. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ERASMUS by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON HE GOADS HIMSELF by LOUIS UNTERMEYER INLAND by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY ASPECTA MEDUSA by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI ICED BRANCHES by KENNETH SLADE ALLING CHILDHOOD by JENS IMMANUEL BAGGESEN SORDELLO: BOOK 4 by ROBERT BROWNING |