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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE COLD WAVE OF 32 B.C., by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: It is cold, o thaliarchus, and soracte's crest is / white Last Line: Hurry, o my thaliarchus, let us go that to there place. Alternate Author Name(s): F. P. A. Subject(s): Sailing & Sailors; Sea; Seamen; Sails; Ocean | |||
It is cold, O Thaliarchus, and Soracte's crest is white; There is skating on the Tiber; there is No Relief in Sight. Tell the janitor the radiator's absolutely cold ... Let us crack a quart of Sabine; I've a case of four-year old. Here's to Folly, Thaliarchus! Here is "Banzai!", "Pros't!", and "How!" We should fret about the future! We should corrugate the brow! Any joy is so much velvet; Age impinges soon enough. Why resolve to can the frivol? Why decide to chop the fluff? On the well-known Campus Martius, as the shade of night descends, There are ladies castlewalking with their unplatonic friends; Many a sweetly smiling damsel—need I fill up further space? Hurry, O my Thaliarchus, let us go that to there place. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HALL OF OCEAN LIFE by JOHN HOLLANDER JULY FOURTH BY THE OCEAN by ROBINSON JEFFERS BOATS IN A FOG by ROBINSON JEFFERS CONTINENT'S END by ROBINSON JEFFERS THE FIGUREHEAD by LEONIE ADAMS LINES FROM A PLUTOCRATIC POETASTER TO A DITCH-DIGGER by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS |
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