Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, IN CIRCE'S DEN, by CONDE BENOIST PALLEN


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IN CIRCE'S DEN, by                     Poet's Biography
First Line: Dullard and sot crammed full
Last Line: And its swine, that are men.
Subject(s): Poetry & Poets


Dullard and sot crammed full
Of the meat of the flesh,
Gross bulk ensnared and held
In the sense's mesh;

Fat chops repletely fed
On the offal heap.
Munching a-hungered again
In the garbage sweep;

Epicure, bellied big,
Homed in the sty;
Snout stale with its ancient swill,
Bleared, piggish eye;—

Push and grunt at the trough
In Circe's pen,
Glut and roll and wallow
And glut again!

The poet's scorn upon you
Brutes of the sty;
Slaves of the trough and the swill,
Wallow and die!

Away! where nature is clean,
And breath of the breeze
Draws deep with light in the east
And morn in the trees!

Flashes the gossamer thread
Pearled with the dawn;
Silver soft shafts of Apollo
Gleam on the lawn.

Close night's golden eyes,
Pale wanes the moon;
Twinkle the feet of the day
In her white shoon.

Wakens a tumult of song
In forest green glades;
Silent off steals the dark
Through soft melting shades.

Faint comes a wind soughing
Stirring the leaves;
Chequered shadow and sunshine
On the sward weaves.

Soul-stirring breath of the heaven,
Rich wind of the earth,
Waking the heart to thy gladness
And nature to mirth;

These be the poet's dear portion
Afar from the den,
Where Circe sits watching her sty
And its swine, that are men.





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