Grrr — what's that? A dog? A poet? Uttering his damnations thus — If hate killed things, Brother Browning, God's Word, would not hate kill us? If we ever meet together, @3Salve tibi!@1 I might hear How you know poor monks are really So much worse than they appear. There's a great text in Corinthians Hinting that our faith entails Something else, that never faileth, Yet in you, perhaps, it fails. But if @3plena gratia@1 chokes you, You at least can teach us how To converse in wordless noises, Hy, zi; hullo! — Grrr — Bow—wow! Such a flaw in the indenture As he'd miss till, past retrieve, Blasted lay that rose-acacia We're so proud of! @3Hy, Zy, Hine@1 ... 'St, there's Vespers! @3Plena gratiâ Ave, Virgo!@1 Gr-r-r — you swine! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE COAT OF FIRE by EDITH SITWELL PRAYER FOR COURAGE by LOUIS UNTERMEYER THRENODY FOR A BROWN GIRL by COUNTEE CULLEN THE YOUNG GLASS-STAINER by THOMAS HARDY JACK CREAMER [OCTOBER 25, 1812] by JAMES JEFFREY ROCHE AFTER THE NIGHT by NOUREDDIN ADDIS |