You've had rhapsodic lyrics, And dull panegyrics, And of sonnets, you must be quite tired. You've had odes dithyrambic, Full of strophes iambic, And in meter, no doubt, you've been mired. You've had humor pedantic, And lines almost frantic, From the kindly-intentioned to you, But all forms of spondaic, Anapestic, trochaic, Are not equal to Whitman's "home brew". So -- "Health to you! Good will to you! From me and America sent!" . . . . . W. W. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ODE ON MELANCHOLY by JOHN KEATS THE LOVER: A BALLAD by MARY WORTLEY MONTAGU FALSE FRIEND by GHALIB IBN RIBAH AL-HAJJAM THE NURSE'S STORY: THE HAND OF GLORY by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM SONG OF THE SUPERMAN by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE THE FIRST AND THE LAST by HORATIO (HORATIUS) BONAR MORNING ON SHINNECOCK by OLIVA WARD BUSH FIRST LOVE by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY OBSERVATIONS IN THE ART OF ENGLISH POESY: 2 by THOMAS CAMPION |