SULLEN, grimy, labouring person, As I passed you in my car, I could sense your muffled curse on It and me and my cigar; And though mute your malediction, I could feel it on my head, As in countless works of fiction I have read. Envy of mine obvious leisure Seemed to green your glittering eye; Hate for mine apparent pleasure Filled you as I motored by. You who had to dig for three, four Hours in that unpleasant ditch, Loathed, despised, and hated me for Being rich. And you cursed me into Hades As you envied me that ride With the loveliest of ladies Sitting at my dexter side; And your wish, or your idea, Was to hurl us off some cliff. I could see that you thought me a Lucky stiff. If you came to the decision, As my car you mutely cussed, That allotment and division Are indecently unjust— Labouring man, however came you Thus to think the world awry, I should be the last to blame you ... So do I. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON THE ROAD by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE VISION OF SIN by ALFRED TENNYSON THE LONE BUTTE by EVA K. ANGLESBURG HAWTHORN by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THIS IS THE END by JEAN DE BOSSCHERE THE THREE PLEASURES by JULIEN AUGUSTE PELAGE BRIZEUX THE BOTTLING OF THE WASP by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY SIDNEY'S ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: CANTO TERTIO. KISSES by THOMAS CAMPION |