Classic and Contemporary Poetry
OF CERTAIN ADJECTUIVES, by AMOS RUSSEL WELLS Poet's Biography First Line: A 'generous' liquor! Ah, if generous Last Line: God for the right! Subject(s): Alcoholism & Alcoholics; Language; Words; Vocabulary | ||||||||
A "generous" liquor! Ah, if generous Let it return, of what it steals from us, At least one-tenth! -- one soul for every ten In mercy let it render back again; One-tenth of all the homes, the land, the gold, The peace, the joy, its close-mouthed coffers hold! You sneer, you generous liquor. Well you know All things to get and nothing to let go. "Generous," forsooth! "A royal bumper"! "Royal"? Yes, a king Whose reign means serfdom. There's no sacred thing This "royal" liquor fails to override, And whelm in fiendish lust and hateful pride. His regnant sceptre bends, and at the sign Men yield themselves the crawling slaves of wine. His throne is built of broken hearts, his crown Gleams red with stars from heaven fallen down. "Royal," indeed! "A sparkling goblet"! Yes, yes! -- all ablaze With horrid hell's most haggard, ghastly rays, The light of happy eyes turned to despair, The flash of hate, the eating flame of care, The glitter of a madman's awful eyes, The dying light that stabs one as it dies, -- Hence does the "sparkling goblet" get the glow And radiant glances that delight men so. "Sparkling," forsooth! "Strong" drink, "strong" drink! Well may we call it strong That drags so many myriad men headlong Down woe's most awful path to dreadful death, That shatters happy households at a breath, And fastens with its hot and crooked hands On temple roof and spire that loftiest stands, While marts and studios and statesmen's halls It levels to the slime wherein it crawls. "Strong" drink, indeed! And "rare old spirits"! Ah, how many a prayer Beseeches God that they become more rare! Rare -- till the widow's tears less common are; Rare -- till dismantled homes are fewer far; Rare -- till the children's sobs, the wives' despair, The drunkard's dreadful anguish, grow more rare! Brothers, to work! to work with hand and will, And make these "rare old spirits" rarer still! God for the right! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOWYOUBEENS' by TERRANCE HAYES MY LIFE: REASON LOOKS FOR TWO, THEN ARRANGES IT FROM THERE by LYN HEJINIAN THE FATALIST: THE BEST WORDS by LYN HEJINIAN WRITING IS AN AID TO MEMORY: 17 by LYN HEJINIAN CANADA IN ENGLISH by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA THERE IS NO WORD by TONY HOAGLAND CONSIDERED SPEECH by JOHN HOLLANDER AND MOST OF ALL, I WANNA THANK ?Ǫ by JOHN HOLLANDER A BATTLE SONG (WRITTEN IN THE WORLD WAR) by AMOS RUSSEL WELLS |
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