Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SALESMEN, by WALT MASON Poet's Biography First Line: Throughout the town my wares I holler Last Line: There's something lacking in his make-up, he cannot make a sale. Subject(s): Business; Markets; Merchants; Salespersons; Businessmen; Businesswomen; Supermarkets; Selling | ||||||||
THROUGHOUT the town my wares I holler, and try to sell a new gold dollar for sixty-seven cents; in vain, alas, are all my yellings; in vain I haunt your shops and dwellings, your woodsheds and your tents. No man will buy my handsome money; men seem to think it must be phony, because I'd sell it cheap; so all day long I seek a market, display my coin and boost and bark it, and then break down and weep. But now comes Nestor Newton Neuter, who deals in dollars made of pewter, alloyed with lead and tin; he seems to loaf while I am sweating, and yet men's bundles he is getting, he rakes the greenbacks in. One man has got the trick of selling; he needs to do no frantic yelling to gather in the plunk; he just leans back, his system sunning, and all the people come a-running, to buy his blooming junk. The other fellow strives and labors to sell good plunder to his neighbors, and never gets the kale; no scraps of business can he rake up; there's something lacking in his make-up, he cannot make a sale. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BUSINESS LIFE by DAVID IGNATOW BUYING AND SELLING by PHILIP LEVINE 1X1 (ONE TIMES ONE): 9 by EDWARD ESTLIN CUMMINGS CALLER HERRIN' by CAROLINA OLIPHANT NAIRNE |
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