Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, HOT WEATHER IMAGININGS, by T. R.


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HOT WEATHER IMAGININGS, by                    
First Line: I feigned a fountain, mossy-lipped
Last Line: There never came a breeze!)
Subject(s): Dreams; Heat; Mirages; Nightmares


I feigned a fountain, mossy-lipped,
Beneath the forest trees;
I thought of pools wherein I'd dipped,
My noddle and my knees --
But still with briny sweat I dripped
And prayed to feel a breeze.

I dreamed about a marble crypt;
Of icebergs in the seas
Where whalers, to the Arctic shipped,
Find floes that grind and squeeze;
I thought of steppes, all tempest-whipped,
Of blasts that make you sneeze;
Of mainsails by the northers ripped,
Of frozen toes, and noses nipped;
Of collies, for the summer clipped;

Of slaves who'll fan you if they're tipped;
Of old-time bar-rooms, all equipped
With ice for beverages chipped --
Of rickeys that of old I've sipped! --
Of sherry-flips that I have flipped!
(And yet there came no breeze.)

As last, you get me, I was hipped --
I thought of skeletons, all stripped
To icy blasts that fairly zipped
And made their marrows freeze!
I thought about the chill that gripped
My vitals, when my manuscript
Was turned down, and my hopes were gypped!
(And if, besides all these,
There are some cold ones I have skipped,
Think of them, if you please.
I thought of them. My meter tripped
To cooling melodies --
But still I dripped and dripped and dripped --
There never came a breeze!)





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