O my fellow sufferers, songs of my youth, A lot of asses praise you because you are "virile," We, you, I! We are "Red Bloods"! Imagine it, my fellow sufferers -- Our maleness lifts us out of the ruck, Who'd have foreseen it? O my fellow sufferers, we went out under the trees, We were in especial bored with male stupidity. We went forth gathering delicate thoughts, Our @3"fantastikon"@1 delighted to serve us. We were not exasperated with women, for the female is ductile. And now you hear what is said to us: We are compared to that sort of person Who wanders about announcing his sex As if he had just discovered it. Let us leave this matter, my songs, and return to that which concerns us. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHEN THE SPEED COMES by ROBERT FROST OLD MEN ON THE COURTHOUSE LAWN, MURRAY, KENTUCKY by JAMES GALVIN THE GIANTS OF HISTORY by JAMES GALVIN THE RUSSIAN ARMY GOES INTO BAKU by ALICIA SUSKIN OSTRIKER HOMAGE TO SEXTUS PROPERTIUS: 2 by EZRA POUND THE CLOISTER by ISAAC ROSENBERG |