Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SOLVITUR ACRIS HIEMS, by CHARLES EDMUND MERRILL JR. First Line: Now april from her brimming cup Last Line: You're young. Subject(s): Yale University | ||||||||
Now April from her brimming cup Hath sprinkled all the dusty town; Once more the open cars run up And down. Now from his hoard the Freshman brings Glad raiment, and superbly throws His old, unhappy, cast-off things To Mose. And now delivered from the gym The clamant coach invokes the eight, With vigor, that I may not im- itate. For sentiments so warmly dressed, So clothed with prefix and with affix, Are not conveniently expressed In Sapphics. Deserted now, the fire that gave A friendly glow to Temple Bar Lies smouldering, like a Judges' Cave Cigar. And let by Pan's alluring pipe, You hail at the Savinian Rock His goat, the classic prototype Of bock. And celebrate -- we did, I know, When daily themes began to irk us -- The rites of that libidino- -sus hircus. In vain: can piety recall The flying years? Howe'er we boast, The fatal sheepskin waits for all (almost). Labuntur anni; yes, and then Of all that fame and fortune seek Thrice happy he who earns his ten Per week. -- Ah! happy Sestius, you smile, Nor need I wish my song unsung; You've guessed my moral: Go it while You're young. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BALLADE OF MYSELF AND MONSIEUR RABELAIS by LEONARD BACON (1887-1954) THE BALLADE OF THE GOLDEN HORN by LEONARD BACON (1887-1954) DEATH AND THE MONK by ARTHUR E. BAKER PASSIO XL MARTYRUM by ARTHUR E. BAKER THE LAST BALLADE; MASTER FRANCOIS VILLON LOQUITUR by THOMAS BEER WERE IT ONLY NOW by A. W. BELL AS FROM THE PAST -- by WILLIAM ROSE BENET THE LINE MEN by WILLIAM ROSE BENET COMFORT by CHARLES EDMUND MERRILL JR. |
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