We found him first as in the dells of May The dreaming damsel finds the earliest flower; Thoughtless we wandered in the evening hour; Aimless and pleased we went our random way: In the foot-haunted city in the night, Among the alternate lamps, we went and came Till, like a humourous thunderbolt, that name, The hated name of BRASH, assailed our sight. We saw, we paused, we entered, seeking gin. His wrath, like a huge breaker on the beach, Broke instant forth. He on the counter beat In his infantile fury; and his feet Danced impotent wrath upon the floor within. Still as we fled, we heard his idiot screech | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY MOTHER LEFT ME by KAREN SWENSON THE WIND'S VISIT by EMILY DICKINSON FABLES: 1ST SER. 5. THE WILD BOAR AND THE RAM by JOHN GAY TO LUCY, COUNTESS OF BEDFORD, WITH MR. DONNE'S SATIRES by BEN JONSON IRELAND; A SEASIDE PORTRAIT by JOHN JAMES PIATT BLACK GIRL by ASCLEPIADES OF SAMOS |