WHEN Don Pasquito arrived at the seaside Where the donkey's hide tide brayed, he Saw the banditto Jo in a black cape Whose slack shape waved like the sea -- Thetis wrote a treatise noting wheat is silver like the sea; the lovely cheat is sweet as foam; Erotis notices that she Will Steal The Wheat-king's luggage, like Babel Before the League of Nations grew -- So Jo put the luggage and the label In the pocket of Flo the Kangaroo. Through trees like rich hotels that bode Of dreamless ease fled she, Carrying the load and goading the road Through the marine scene to the sea. "Don Pasquito, the road is eloping With your luggage, though heavy and large; You must follow and leave your moping Bride to my guidance and charge!" When Don Pasquito returned from the road's end, Where vanilla-coloured ladies ride From Sevilla, his mantilla'd bride and young friend Were forgetting their mentor and guide. For the lady and her friend from Le Touquet In the very shady trees upon the sand Were plucking a white satin bouquet Of foam, while the sand's brassy band Blared in the wind. Don Pasquito Hid where the leaves drip with sweet . . . But a word stung him like a mosquito . . . For what they hear, they repeat! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CHANGED WOMAN by LOUISE BOGAN THE MAN TO BE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE NEW APOCRYPHA: THE FIG TREE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS HEART'S FIRST WORD (2) by ISAAC ROSENBERG LETTERS TO DEAD IMAGISTS by CARL SANDBURG PRAYER TO THE OCEAN by GEORGE SANTAYANA |