Poetry – “When the Frost is On the Pumpkin”

When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock,And you hear the kyouck and gobble of the struttin' turkey-cock,And the clackin' of the guineys, and the cluckin' of the hens,And the rooster's hallylooyer as he tiptoes on the fence;O, it's then's the times a feller is a-feelin' at his best,With the … Continue reading Poetry – “When the Frost is On the Pumpkin”

Poetry – “Th’expense of Spirit in a Waste of Shame”

Th' expense of spirit in a waste of shameIs lust in action; and till action, lustIs perjured, murd'rous, bloody, full of blame,Savage, extreme, rude, cruel, not to trust,Enjoyed no sooner but despisèd straight,Past reason hunted; and, no sooner hadPast reason hated as a swallowed baitOn purpose laid to make the taker mad;Mad in pursuit and … Continue reading Poetry – “Th’expense of Spirit in a Waste of Shame”

Poetry – “Ode on the Death of the Duke of Wellington”

I. BURY the Great DukeWith an empire's lamentation,Let us bury the Great DukeTo the noise of the mourning of a mighty nation,Mourning when their leaders fall,Warriors carry the warrior's pall,And sorrow darkens hamlet and hall. II. Where shall we lay the man whom we deplore?Here, in streaming London's central roar.Let the sound of those he … Continue reading Poetry – “Ode on the Death of the Duke of Wellington”

Poetry – “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock

S’io credesse che mia risposta fosseA persona che mai tornasse al mondo,Questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse.Ma percioche giammai di questo fondoNon torno vivo alcun, s’i’odo il vero,Senza tema d’infamia ti rispondo. Let us go then, you and I,When the evening is spread out against the skyLike a patient etherized upon a table;Let us go, … Continue reading Poetry – “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock

Poetry: “Macavity: The Mystery Cat”

Macavity’s a Mystery Cat: he’s called the Hidden Paw—For he’s the master criminal who can defy the Law.He’s the bafflement of Scotland Yard, the Flying Squad’s despair:For when they reach the scene of crime—Macavity’s not there! Macavity, Macavity, there’s no one like Macavity,He’s broken every human law, he breaks the law of gravity.His powers of … Continue reading Poetry: “Macavity: The Mystery Cat”