See the great circle of copper shine above, Immense saucepan where the great God cooks away At the manna, his leavings, eternal dish of the day. It is seasoned with sweat and is seasoned with love. The ragamuffins wait around the stove; You can vaguely hear the crackle of rancid flesh; The guzzlers are there too, they offer their cups afresh; The transgressor shivers, waiting for a trove. Do you think it is for everybody that the sun fries The great gurgling greases that a golden shower floods? No, from heaven for us bowls of dog-drippings fall. They are under the sunrays, we where the rain-spout thuds. Our pot of trouble grows cold where no light lies. Our special sustenance is our flask of gall. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SEVEN AGAINST THEBES: CHORUS by AESCHYLUS MARY DONNELLY by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM THE TWINS by HENRY SAMBROOKE LEIGH ODE IN MEMORY OF THE AMERICAN VOLUNTEERS FALLEN FOR FRANCE by ALAN SEEGER THE FIFTEEN ACRES by JAMES STEPHENS |