I AM A Clam! Come learn of me Unclouded peace and calm content, Serene, supreme tranquillity, Where thoughtless dreams and dreamless thoughts are blent. When the salt tide is rising to the flood, In billows blue my placid pulp I lave; And when it ebbs I slumber in the mud, Content alike with ooze or crystal wave. I do not shudder when in chowder stewed, Nor when the Coney Islander engulfs me raw. When in the church soup's dreary solitude Alone I wander, do I shudder? Naw! If jarring tempests beat upon my bed, Or summer peace there be, I do not care: as I have said, All's one to me; A Clam I am. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHY DIDN'T ANYONE TELL HESTER PRYNNE? by KAREN SWENSON TO THE LADIES by MARY LEE CHUDLEIGH THE QUANGLE WANGLE'S HAT by EDWARD LEAR I AM THE PEOPLE, THE MOB by CARL SANDBURG KITTY NEIL by JOHN FRANCIS WALLER THE WORD by JOHN KENDRICK BANGS NATURE DISPLAYED by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |