Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE CYNIC OF THE WOODS, by ARTHUR PATCHETT MARTIN First Line: I come from busy haunts of men Last Line: At all man's vain pretence. Subject(s): Kingfishers | ||||||||
I COME from busy haunts of men, With nature to commune, Which you, it seems, observe, and then Laugh out, like some buffoon. You cease, and through the forest drear I pace, with sense of awe; When once again upon my ear Breaks in your harsh guffaw. I look aloft to yonder place, Where placidly you sit, And tell you to your very face, I do not like your wit. I'm in no mood for blatant jest, I hate your mocking song, My weary soul demands the rest Denied to it so long. Besides, there passes through my brain The poet's love of fame -- Why should not an Australian strain Immortalize my name? And so I pace the forest drear, Filled with a sense of awe, When louder still upon my ear Breaks in your harsh guffaw. Yet truly, Jackass, it may be, My words are all unjust: You laugh at what you hear and see, And laugh because you must. You've seen Man civilized and rude, Of varying race and creed, The black-skinned savage almost nude, The Englishman in tweed. And here the lubra oft has strayed, To rest beneath the boughs, Where now, perchance, some fair-haired maid May hear her lover's vows; While you from yonder lofty height Have studied human ways, And, with a satirist's delight, Dissected hidden traits. Laugh on, laugh on! Your rapturous shout Again on me intrudes; But I have found your secret out, O cynic of the woods! Well! I confess, grim mocking elf, Howe'er I rhapsodize, That I am more in love with self Than with the earth or skies. So I will lay the epic by, That I had just begun: Why do I babble? Let me lie And bask here in the sun. And let me own, were I endowed With your fine humorous sense, I, too, should laugh -- ay, quite as loud, At all Man's vain pretence. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE KINGFISHER by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES THE KINGFISHERS by CHARLES OLSON KINGFISHER by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THERE ARE STILL KINGFISHERS by ARCHIBALD YOUNG CAMPBELL KINGFISHER by BEATRICE RUTH GIBBS THE VAIN KING by HENRY VAN DYKE LOVE AND WAR by ARTHUR PATCHETT MARTIN ON A TUFT OF GRASS by EMMA LAZARUS |
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