An Undergraduate Poem
Posted: August 5th, 2011, 1:01 pm
(this is a poem---or a fragment of one written 40 to 45 years ago. It may be nothing but I like the sound of it.
Comus and Samson Agonistes we never read.
Aquinas sent us to bed.
What good is it to dread the Sartre state of things,
and act as some old stoic heroic boor,
drifting as one of Dante's ghosts forever more,
quoting Edgar A. Poe
and being recalcitrant slave to existential woe?
A rum and coke, a coke and rum....
I'd rather be a Tweedle-dee,
and you can be a Tweedle-dum. Girlie, kiss me.
We will be happy with our rum
and who knows what will go and what will come.
Comus and Samson Agonistes we never read.
Aquinas sent us to bed.
What good is it to dread the Sartre state of things,
and act as some old stoic heroic boor,
drifting as one of Dante's ghosts forever more,
quoting Edgar A. Poe
and being recalcitrant slave to existential woe?
A rum and coke, a coke and rum....
I'd rather be a Tweedle-dee,
and you can be a Tweedle-dum. Girlie, kiss me.
We will be happy with our rum
and who knows what will go and what will come.