Classic and Contemporary Poetry
PROPHETS'S AT HOME DAY, by ANTHONY STEELE First Line: That's joseph: he's our joiner here, you know Last Line: About a woman. | ||||||||
'THAT'S Joseph: he's our joiner here, you know, "Joiner to Nazareth." That's a fine title, eh? He thinks it so; Don't waste your breath. He's not a bad sort really -- it's his son We can't abide: I never yet on earth saw such a one For sinful pride. Just a poor beggar boy: you understand? Yet he aspires To proselytising up and down the land -- Oh! these Messiahs! You'll say that he's a fool or mad or both, Bees in his bonnet! Well, there's his parents, beggared by his sloth, Curses upon it! And worse, he's got a following of sorts, -- Oh! just a rabble, Cheap fishermen, the riff-raff of the ports, They love his babble. And his poor mother! well they say you know -- But there! that's common.' -- So ran the cackle centuries ago About a woman. | Other Poems of Interest...ON DONNE'S POETRY by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE BUNCHES OF GRAPES by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE EPITAPHIUM CITHARISTRIAE by VICTOR GUSTAVE PLARR CHILD OF THE ROMANS by CARL SANDBURG IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 27 by ALFRED TENNYSON SAINT AGNES' EVE by ALFRED TENNYSON THE ANGEL OF PATIENCE by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER THE MENU by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |
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