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...THE FUNERAL by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE STARRY NIGHT by KENNETH SLADE ALLING EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 20. EVER PRESENT by PHILIP AYRES LINES TO HANNAH AND PHOEBE by BERNARD BARTON CLEVEDON VERSES: 1. HALLAM'S CHURCH by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN THE SHEPHERD'S PIPE: FIRST ECLOGUE by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) SORDELLO: BOOK 4 by ROBERT BROWNING |