Grrr — what's that? A dog? A poet? Uttering his damnations thus — If hate killed things, Brother Browning, God's Word, would not hate kill us? If we ever meet together, @3Salve tibi!@1 I might hear How you know poor monks are really So much worse than they appear. There's a great text in Corinthians Hinting that our faith entails Something else, that never faileth, Yet in you, perhaps, it fails. But if @3plena gratia@1 chokes you, You at least can teach us how To converse in wordless noises, Hy, zi; hullo! — Grrr — Bow—wow! Such a flaw in the indenture As he'd miss till, past retrieve, Blasted lay that rose-acacia We're so proud of! @3Hy, Zy, Hine@1 ... 'St, there's Vespers! @3Plena gratiâ Ave, Virgo!@1 Gr-r-r — you swine! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PROMISE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE LAND OF HEART'S DESIRE by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS SIGISMONDA AND GUISCARDO by GIOVANNI BOCCACCIO ON A CARRIER WHO DIED OF DRUNKENNESS by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THE ROLLING ENGLISH ROAD by GILBERT KEITH CHESTERTON THE BIRD OF PARADISE by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES THE LOCKLESS DOOR by ROBERT FROST |