WHAT say you, critic, now you have become An author and maternal? -- in this trap (To quote you) of poor hollow folk who rap On instruments as like as drum to drum. You snarled tut-tut for welcome to tum-tum, So like the nose fly-teased in its noon's nap. You scratched an insect-slaughtering thunder-clap With that between the fingers and the thumb. It seemeth mad to quit the Olympian couch, Which bade our public gobble or reject. O spectacle of Peter, shrewdly pecked, Piper, by his own pepper from his pouch! What of the sneer, the jeer, the voice austere, You dealt? -- the voice austere, the jeer, the sneer | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHRIST THE CONSOLER by HENRY WILLIAMS BAKER THE SETTLER'S CHRISTMAS EVE by ALICE CARY THE MAIDEN VIOLAINE, SELECTION by PAUL CLAUDEL HER PICTURE by ELLEN MACKAY HUTCHINSON CORTISSOZ LIFE'S TRAGEDY by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE BALLAD OF HOON by MILDRED GEORGE IN THE SHADOWS: 9 by DAVID GRAY (1838-1861) |