Drawn from the silt of the ages, Blastoderm girthed to destroy, Turning the least of the laddies Into a hangman's boy. Slime from the first of the marshes, Aching for formative role, Rose and invaded a vestal, Tainting an unborn soul. Tiptoeing down from the primal, Back of the date lines of Minn, Gloating from Eden to Pottsville Over an infant's sin. Keeping its calendars secret, Changing its visage and gear, Now as a prince boy or Pomroy, Cretin or Cavalier. Making a half-wit a mother, Making a moron a sire; Placarding heirs to the portals -- Fruitage of love's desire. Drawn from the silt of the ages, Older than Odin or Troy -- Turning a Pottsville juvenile Into a hangman's boy. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GOODLY SONG by PAUL VERLAINE ECHOES: 6 by WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY SONNET: 60 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE SPANIARDS' GRAVES AT THE ISLES OF SHOALS by CELIA LEIGHTON THAXTER NATALIA'S RESURRECTION: 19 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 44. FAREWELL TO JULIET (6) by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT INSPIRATION by ABBIE FARWELL BROWN THE NORTH AND THE SOUTH; LAST POEM, ROME, MAY, 1861 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |