Classic and Contemporary Poetry
FIRST PHILOSOPHER'S SONG, by ALDOUS LEONARD HUXLEY Poet's Biography First Line: A poor degenerate from the ape Last Line: Earth its home and earth its tomb. Subject(s): Philosophy & Philosophers | ||||||||
A POOR degenerate from the ape Whose hands are four, whose tail's a limb, I contemplate my flaccid shape And know I may not rival him, Save with my minda nimbler beast Possessing a thousand sinewy tails, A thousand hands, with which it scales, Greedy of luscious truth, the greased Poles and the coco palms of thought, Thrids easily through the mangrove maze Of metaphysics, walks the taut Frail dangerous liana ways That link across wide gulfs remote Analogies between tree and tree; Outruns the hare, outhops the goat; Mind fabulous, mind sublime and free! But oh, the sound of simian mirth! Mind, issued from the monkey's womb, Is still umbilical to earth, Earth its home and earth its tomb. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ROMAN SKETCHBOOK: READING/RUSSELL SAYS, 'THERE IS NO RHINOCEROS IN by ROBERT CREELEY THE CLOUDS OF MAGELLAN (APHORISMS OF MR. CANON ASPIRIN) by NORMAN DUBIE THREE SONNETS by RICHARD WILBUR OLD ARISTIPPUS by ANSELM HOLLO PUT IN A QUAVER, HERE AND THERE by ANSELM HOLLO FIN-DE-SIECLE BLUES by CAROLYN KIZER I BROOD ABOUT SOME CONCEPTS, FOR EXAMPLE by ALICIA SUSKIN OSTRIKER |
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