Classic and Contemporary Poetry
PRECIOUS STONES; AN INCIDENT IN MODERN HISTORY, by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY Poet's Biography First Line: My cherrystones! I prize them Last Line: E'en greater geese than thou. Subject(s): Clams; Food & Eating | ||||||||
MY Cherrystones! I prize them, No tongue can tell how much! Each lady caller eyes them, And madly longs to touch! At eve I lift them down, I look Upon them, and I cry; Recalling how my Prince "partook" (Sweet word!) of cherry-pie! To me it was an Era In life, that Dejeuner! They ate, they sipp'd Madeira Much in the usual way. Many a soft item there would be, No doubt, upon the carte: But one made life a heaven to me: It was the cherry-tart. Lightly the spoonfuls enter'd That mouth on which the gaze Of ten fair girls was centred In rapturous amaze. Soon that august assemblage clear'd The dish; and -- as they ate -- The stones, all coyly, re-appear'd On each illustrious plate. And when His Royal Highness Withdrew to take the air, Waiving our natural shyness, We swoop'd upon his chair. Policemen at our garments clutch'd: We mock'd those feeble powers; And soon the treasures that had touch'd Exalted lips were ours! One large one -- at the moment It seem'd almost divine -- Was got by that Miss Beaumont: And three, O three, are mine! Yes! the three stones that rest beneath Glass, on that plain deal shelf, Stranger, once dallied with the teeth Of Royalty itself. Let Parliament abolish Churches and States and Thrones: With reverent hand I'll polish Still, still my Cherrystones! A clod -- a piece of orange-peel -- An end of a cigar -- Once trod on by a Princely heel, How beautiful they are! Years since, I climb'd Saint Michael His Mount: -- you'll all go there Of course, and those who like'll Sit in Saint Michael's Chair: For there I saw, within a frame, The pen -- O heavens! the pen -- With which a Duke had signed his name, And other gentlemen. "Great among geese," I faltered, "Is she who grew that quill!" And, Deathless Bird, unalter'd Is mine opinion still. Yet sometimes, as I view my three Stones with a thoughtful brow, I think there possibly might be E'en greater geese than thou. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WAITRESSING IN THE ROOM WITH A THOUSAND MOONS by MATTHEA HARVEY CANDIED YAMS' by TERRANCE HAYES DINNER OF HERBS by LOUISE MOREY BOWMAN THE BANQUET SONG by KENNETH KOCH SPLITTING AN ORDER by TED KOOSER HIC VIR, HIC EST' by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY |
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