I'm a prophet, and therefore, of course, I'm a tragic and much-abused man; I'm a hero of holy, pre-Adamite force; I pursue the original plan. I promised to honor and love, I promised to cherish and keep, But Truth is my god in the heavens above, Whoever may flabbily weep. And therefore I'm happy to state, In the name of the Truth I adore, That Another has entered my Being of late And that I am Hers Evermore. That is, I should like to explain, I am hers, she is mine, as it were, In an ethical, high-philosophical vein, Till some other Impression occur. The preachers, and such, I defy; They act without logic or ruth; And they utterly fail to have noticed that I Am a Loyal Disciple of Truth. I refuse to discuss the details, The bondage of father to child; In points such as this Christianity fails, And I am for Truth undefiled. Those trivial family cares To the ex-wife most properly fall; These domestic arrangements are private affairs And none of your business at all. For has she not money galore? And what further could Womanhood ask? And now I am free to exult and to soar In the realms of an Ethical Task. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ART ABOVE NATURE: TO JULIA by ROBERT HERRICK SONNET: 54 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE DRINKING SONG, FR. THE SCHOOL FOR SCANDAL by RICHARD BRINSLEY SHERIDAN THE DREAMING MAN by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH ON THE SINKING OF THE VICTORIA by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN SONG by MAXWELL STRUTHERS BURT |