Classic and Contemporary Poetry
ANSWER TO PAUPER, by THOMAS HOOD Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Don't tell me of buds and blossoms Last Line: We'll pass you to the next. Subject(s): Poverty | ||||||||
DON'T tell me of buds and blossoms, Or with rose and vi'let wheedle -- Nosegays grow for other bosoms, Churchwarden and Beadle. What have you to do with streams? What with sunny skies, or garish Cuckoo songs, or pensive dreams? Nature's not your parish! What right have such as you to dun For sun or moonbeams, warm or bright? Before you talk about the sun, Pay for window-light! Talk of passions -- amorous fancies; While your betters' flames miscarry, If you love your Dolls and Nancys, Don't we make you marry? Talk of wintry chill and storm, Fragrant, winds that blanch your bones! You poor can always keep you warm; -- Ain't there breaking stones? Suppose you don't enjoy the spring, Roses fair and vi'lets meek, You can't look for everything On eighteen pence a week! With seasons what have you to do? If corn doth thrive, or wheat is harmed! What's weather to the cropless? You Don't farm -- but you are farmed! Why everlasting murmurs hurled, With hardship for the text? If such as you don't like this world, We'll pass you to the next. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WEALTH OF THE DESTITUTE by DENISE LEVERTOV EMPTY PITCHFORKS by THOMAS LUX FUNERAL SERVICE by EVE MERRIAM A SMALL COUNTRY by CLARIBEL ALEGRIA DOCUMENTAL by CLARIBEL ALEGRIA NOTES ON POVERTY by HAYDEN CARRUTH SONG OF TWO CROWS by HAYDEN CARRUTH PENCIL STUB JOURNALS: CHOICES by JOHN CIARDI AT LAST WE KILLED THE ROACHES by LUCILLE CLIFTON |
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