Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, STUDIES STATIC AND ECSTATIC, by EDWARD RALPH CHEYNEY


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STUDIES STATIC AND ECSTATIC, by                    
First Line: In the house of my fathers
Last Line: And goes on its way, whistling.
Alternate Author Name(s): Cheyney, Ralph
Subject(s): Family Life; Fathers; Home; Self; Soul; Relatives


Lullaby

In the house of my fathers
Are polished floors and discreet candles. ...
Whisper more softly,
And do not smile,
Lest you be suffocated
Beneath velvet grey
Ashes
drifting
down!

He Says

My father is a fool.
I wish I could chop him down
Like the gnarled beech
That blossomed so beautifully
In our hearth-fire last winter;
But I merely stand by and say,
"Yes, sir! No, sir! Thanks!"

My Soul

My soul is a boomerang.
Many times have I sold it,
And cast it from me.
But ever and ever it returneth.
Damn it!

Me and Myself

Self is the root of sickness, sin, and sorrow.
Self is illusion. ... So
I earnestly endeavor to convince myself;
But my self won't stop to listen;
It puts its fingers to its nose at me,
And goes on its way, whistling.





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