Classic and Contemporary Poetry
BALLADE OF THE STRANGE WORD, by THOMAS AUGUSTINE DALY First Line: These warm spring days Last Line: "but ""apricate." Alternate Author Name(s): Daly, T. A. Subject(s): Language; Life; Youth; Words; Vocabulary | ||||||||
THESE warm spring days When skies are blue I yearn for ways My youth once knew; When cares were few And never great, I'd nothing do But "apricate." To-day my gaze Meandering through What Webster says -- How language grew! -- Chance brought to view That word ornate. Don't "fuss" or "stew," But "apricate." Small good life pays To me or you, When worry sways The health askew. To reimbue With "pep" our state, We shouldn't "rue," But "apricate." L'Envoi Ye gods! we sue, From morn till late: Let's nothing do But "apricate." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOWYOUBEENS' by TERRANCE HAYES MY LIFE: REASON LOOKS FOR TWO, THEN ARRANGES IT FROM THERE by LYN HEJINIAN THE FATALIST: THE BEST WORDS by LYN HEJINIAN WRITING IS AN AID TO MEMORY: 17 by LYN HEJINIAN CANADA IN ENGLISH by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA THERE IS NO WORD by TONY HOAGLAND CONSIDERED SPEECH by JOHN HOLLANDER AND MOST OF ALL, I WANNA THANK ?Ǫ by JOHN HOLLANDER A DIXIE LULLABY by THOMAS AUGUSTINE DALY |
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