Butchers are honest though their agile knives They wield with an engrossed dexterity. To smile with natural hatred like a dog, Dull, fretful, thirsty; -- this is to be he Who may unheated lave in burning blood Hands white and large with idleness and sleep. He is earth's hero -- this plain, bloated Casca. He glides like a great woman; while a hare Squats in his shaggy breast, and stares, and trembles If peeps the lightning in. So, let him pass; His bloody hands his chosen orators. There is much pig's flesh in a world of swine, White as the lily. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JEWISH HYMN IN BABYLON by HENRY HART MILMAN CAPTAIN CARPENTER by JOHN CROWE RANSOM CHILD OF THE ROMANS by CARL SANDBURG SONNET: 104 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE SONGS OF TRAVEL: 2. YOUTH AND LOVE: 1 by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON MATRIMONIAL MELODIES: 5. SPEAKING OF DRIVING by BERTON BRALEY |