I'm gradually graduating into the more and more ethereal, nigh-unto-God, know-it-all class -- I don't like it. I'd rather be a dunce again down among the A-b-abs, desperately trying to imbibe something from my betters and never imbibing a gol-darn thing except metaphorical heels in the face, which I bit (wasn't it Achilles was killed that way?) and an eventual toe lower down to perdition! I'd rather do the biting than be the bitten, even in mythology -- whither I'm bound if I don't stop graduating (what was it Zeus did to Prometheus?) -- I prefer the earth or the streets, my three meals a day, uninterrupted digestion, uninterrupted sleep, the rubbing of a nose or two, plus what comes or doesn't come of it! For the rest -- hide-bound stupidity, brute ignorance -- except for the cud to chew, intellects term, song! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SICILIAN EMIGRANT'S SONG by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS INFANT JOY, FR. SONGS OF INNOCENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE MATRES DOLOROSAE by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES BRIDAL SONG by GEORGE CHAPMAN (1559-1634) OPPORTUNITY by JOHN JAMES INGALLS THE TEARES OF THE MUSES by EDMUND SPENSER IDYLLS OF THE KING: THE MARRIAGE OF GERAINT by ALFRED TENNYSON |