Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SMOKE, by LENARD M. BAZELL First Line: Wild fantasies of blissful peace perturb my soul Last Line: What a day! Subject(s): Dreams; Peace; Smoking; Nightmares; Tobacco; Pipes; Cigars; Cigarettes | ||||||||
Wild fantasies of blissful peace perturb my soul. My heart is pregnant with yearning desires For that Utopia of understanding minds, That consciousness of what one can give, And of what one may take. Ah, then there would be love and good fellowship. No fear of brethren. An end to misery. An end to lust and greed. An end to war for lives. 'Twould be a fitting conclusion to the shuffling gait Of prostitutes on hard pavements. O, those cruel, hard pavements, And worn-down heels. There would be food for the hungry. And water for them who thirst. Green grass, on which to lie and smoke cigarettes, Reading Schnitzler or Ibsen. He, in his intrinsic excellence for all things good, Would send soft rain and consoling sunshine, Even without prayers and candles in worship. But we must not lie and smoke. Art? For artists, Beauty? For ecstatic idiots. Oh, but let me dream. What a day! | 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 VISIONS OF THE DAUGHTERS OF ALBION by WILLIAM BLAKE A MIDSUMMER'S NOON IN THE AUSTRALIAN FOREST by CHARLES HARPUR |
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