Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE INDIAN WEED, by RALPH ERSKINE First Line: This indian weed, now withered quite Last Line: Thus think, and drink tobacco. Subject(s): Smoking; Tobacco; Pipes; Cigars; Cigarettes | ||||||||
This Indian weed, now withered quite, Though green at noon, cut down at night, Shows thy decay,- All flesh is hay: Thus think, and drink tobacco. The pipe, so lily-like and weak, Does thus thy mortal state bespeak; Thou art e'en such,-- Gone with a touch: Thus think, and drink tobacco. And when the smoke ascends on high, Then thou behold'st the vanity Of worldly stuff,-- Gone with a puff: Thus think, and drink tobacco. And when the pipe grows foul within, Think on thy soul defiled with sin; For then the fire It does require: Thus think, and drink tobacco. And seest the ashes cast away, Then to thyself thou mayest say That to the dust Return thou must: Thus think, and drink tobacco. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ONE LAST DRAW OF THE PIPE by PAUL MULDOON CHANEL NO. 5 by LAURE-ANNE BOSSELAAR OLD MEN ON THE COURTHOUSE LAWN, MURRAY, KENTUCKY by JAMES GALVIN DOWN BY THE CARIB SEA: 2. LOS CIGARILLOS by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON |
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