A quite convincing axiom Is, "Life is like a play"; For, turning back its pages some Few dog-eared years away, I find where I Committed my Love-tale -- with brackets where to sigh. I feel an idle interest To read again the page; I enter, as a lover dressed, At twenty years of age, And play the part With throbbing heart, And all an actor's glowing art. And she who plays my Lady-love Excels! -- Her loving glance Has power her audience to move -- I am her audience. -- Her acting tact, To tell the fact, "Brings down the house" in every act. And often we defy the curse Of storms and thunder-showers, To meet together and rehearse This little play of ours -- I think, when she "Makes love" to me, She kisses very naturally! . . . . . . Yes; it's convincing -- rather -- That "Life is like a play": I am playing "Heavy Father" In a "Screaming Farce" to-day, That so "brings down The house," I frown, And fain would "ring the curtain down." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SWORD by ABU BAKR OF MARRAKESH SLEEPING BEAUTY by LOUISE VICTORINE ACKERMANN TO ANACREON by ANTIPATER OF SIDON THE CLOUDS: SOCRATES' EXPERIMENTS by ARISTOPHANES DECLASSE by ANNA EMILIA BAGSTAD THE SECOND VOLUME by ROBERT MOWRY BELL A CURSE FOR A NATION: THE CURSE by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |