Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A SONG OF SUMMER, by RICHARD KENDALL MUNKITTRICK Poet's Biography First Line: Oh, the swish and the swash of the blue summer sea Last Line: To the fish-ball's twin sister, the fragrant fried clam. Subject(s): Mermaids & Mermen; Music & Musicians; Singing & Singers; Summer; Symphonies; Concerts | ||||||||
OH, the swish and the swash of the blue summer sea Is the music of music that ripples through me. Oh, I list to its saline soblet As the blue gulls about me skim, And I'm certain my mental goblet Is full to the fragile brim, As I flounder about on the crest of the wave While it rolls o'er the mermaiden's musical cave. Oh, the wave with the symphony swirl on it, And the glamour of glittering pearl on it, And the tresses of red All attached to the head Of the lithe Summer, blithe Summer girl on it! Oh, the cloudland I note As I tumble and toss On the billow afloat Like the swift albatross; On a fairyland shore With red lilies abeam, Amid Houris galore Do I linger and dream Of the bough with the blossom of pink on it, Of the twig with the gay bobolink on it, And a fair, witching face, With its dimples of grace And the bar with ripe rosy drink on it. Oh, these are the visions that people my brain As I turn somersaults in the riotous sea, As I caper about on the wind-rippled main, While I duck 'neath the shaft of the swift stingaree. O, I think of the city's sizzle And the roast, and the fry, and the frizzle, With not a cool raindrop to drizzle; Where the gin fizz is now a gin fizzle. Aloft upon the breaker I lose all sense of care While I'm thumping, And a-bumping Most serenely here and there. Out of happy dreams a waker From the deep I now emerge, And I listen to the rumpty Tumpty tumpty Of the surge. And I make a line instanter For the arabesque decanter. Yes, I fly on a straight Indian arrow line, On a bee line, and not on a sparrow line; And I gather the drink From the plump, peachy pink Little hand of my own little Caroline. And it's then that I fly, like a gull, fancy free, To the table where glimmers the gem of the sea. Oh, it's there, with a heart full of joy, I salaam To the fish-ball's twin sister, the fragrant fried clam. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SYMPHONIC STUDIES (AFTER ROBERT SCHUMANN) by EMMA LAZARUS PAPER ANNIVERSARY by MURIEL RUKEYSER AT A BACH CONCERT by ADRIENNE CECILE RICH THAT GENERAL UTILITY RAG, BY OUR OWN IRVING BERLIN by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS A SPRING SYMPHONY by AMELIA JOSEPHINE BURR BEETHOVEN by ETHEL TONRY CARPENTER THE WORLD DICTATES by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES A NEW YEAR'S SYMPHONY by MARGARETTE BALL DICKSON SIXTH SYMPHONY by LIDA MARIE ERWIN AT THE SHRINE by RICHARD KENDALL MUNKITTRICK |
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