Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE PROGRESS OF POETRY, by JONATHAN SWIFT Recitation Poet's Biography First Line: The farmer's goose, who in the stubble Last Line: While from below all grub street rings. Subject(s): Poetry & Poets | ||||||||
The farmer's goose, who in the stubble Has fed without restraint or trouble, Grown fat with corn and sitting still, Can scarce get o'er the barndoor sill; And hardly waddles forth to cool Her belly in the neighboring pool: Nor loudly crackles at the door; For cackling shows the goose is poor. But, when she must be turned to graze, And round the barren common strays, Hard exercise and harder fare, Soon make my dame grow lank and spare: Her body light, she tries her wings, And scorns the ground, and upward springs; While all the parish, as she flies, Hear sounds harmonious from the skies. Such is the poet fresh in pay, The third night's profits of his play; His morning draughts till noon can swill, Among his brethren of the quill: With good roast beef his belly full, Grows lazy, foggy, fat, and dull. Deep sunk in plenty and delight, What poet e'er could take his flight? Or, stuffed with phlegm up to the throat, What poet e'er could sing a note? Nor Pegasus could bear the load Along the high celestial road; The steed, oppressed, would break his girth, To raise the lumber from the earth. But view him in another scene, When all his drink is Hippocrene, His money spent, his patrons fail, His credit out for cheese and ale; His two-years' coat so smooth and bare, Through every thread it lets in air; With hungry meals his body pined, His guts and belly full of wind; And like a jockey for a race, His flesh brought down to flying case; Now his exalted spirit loathes Remembrances of food and clothes; And up he rises, like a vapor, Supported high on wings of paper; He singing flies, and flying sings, While from below all Grub Street rings. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ENVY OF OTHER PEOPLE'S POEMS by ROBERT HASS THE NINETEENTH CENTURY AS A SONG by ROBERT HASS THE FATALIST: TIME IS FILLED by LYN HEJINIAN OXOTA: A SHORT RUSSIAN NOVEL: CHAPTER 192 by LYN HEJINIAN LET ME TELL YOU WHAT A POEM BRINGS by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA JUNE JOURNALS 6/25/88 by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA FOLLOW ROZEWICZ by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA HAVING INTENDED TO MERELY PICK ON AN OIL COMPANY, THE POEM GOES AWRY by HICOK. BOB A BEAUTIFUL YOUNG NYMPH GOING TO BED by JONATHAN SWIFT |
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