Classic and Contemporary Poetry
FACADE: 20. THE SATYR IN THE PERIWIG, by EDITH SITWELL Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: The satyr scarabombardon Last Line: "tear off a satyr's periwig!" | ||||||||
THE Satyr Scarabombardon Pulled periwig and breeches on: "Grown old and stiff, this modern dress Adds monstrously to my distress. The gout within a hoofen heel Is very hard to bear; I feel When crushed into a buckled shoe The twinge will be redoubled, too; And when I walk in gardens green And, weeping, think on what has been, Then wipe one eye, -- the other sees The plums and cherries on the trees. Small bird-quick women pass me by With sleeves that flutter airily, And baskets blazing like a fire With laughing fruits of my desire: Plums sunburnt as the King of Spain, Gold-cheeked as any Nubian, With strawberries all goldy-freckled, Pears fat as thrushes and as speckled. Pursue them? . . . Yes, and squeeze a tear: 'Please spare poor Satyr one, my dear!' 'Be off, sir! Go and steal your own!' -- Alas, poor Scarabombardon, Trees rend his ruffles, stretch a twig, Tear off a satyr's periwig!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BUCOLIC COMEDY: EARLY SPRING by EDITH SITWELL BUCOLIC COMEDY: FLEECING TIME by EDITH SITWELL BUCOLIC COMEDY: FOX TROT by EDITH SITWELL BUCOLIC COMEDY: KING COPHETUA AND THE BEGGAR MAID by EDITH SITWELL BUCOLIC COMEDY: SERENADE by EDITH SITWELL BUCOLIC COMEDY: SPINNING SONG by EDITH SITWELL BUCOLIC COMEDY: SPRING by EDITH SITWELL BUCOLIC COMEDY: THE BEAR by EDITH SITWELL BUCOLIC COMEDY: THE DOLL by EDITH SITWELL BUCOLIC COMEDY: THE FOX; FOR ANN PEARN by EDITH SITWELL BUCOLIC COMEDY: WHY by EDITH SITWELL ELEGY: THE GHOST WHOSE LIPS WERE WARM; FOR GEOFFREY GORER by EDITH SITWELL |
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