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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE CONSTANT POET, by THOMAS AUGUSTINE DALY First Line: Once more, my muse, 'tis time to be invoking Last Line: And she's my wife. Alternate Author Name(s): Daly, T. A. Subject(s): Love; Names; Poetry & Poets | |||
ONCE more, my muse, 'tis time to be invoking The offices of good St. Valentine. This year 'tis Phyllis' name that I am yoking In verse with mine. Last year it was a ballad to Miranda, The year before a triolet to Dot. No doubt I seem a fickle goose -- or gander -- But I am not. I hesitate to contemplate the number Of female names I've fashioned to my rhyme, Whene'er I rouse my weary muse from slumber About this time. I've breathed my love for Dolly, Grace and Cora; In other years I've run to Nell and Belle. How many times I've yearned for Bess and Dora I cannot tell. Now in the charms of Phyllis I am basking, And all the love I bear her must be told. For if it's not, my Mary will be asking If I've grown cold. The secret's out! The name's imaginary; I never knew a "Phyllis" in my life. All names are merely pseudonyms for "Mary," And she's my wife. | 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 DIXIE LULLABY by THOMAS AUGUSTINE DALY |
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