Classic and Contemporary Poetry
NIGHTMARE, FR. IOLANTHE, by WILLIAM SCHWENCK GILBERT Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: When you're lying awake with a dismal headache Last Line: Longditto ditto my songand thank goodness they're both of them over! Alternate Author Name(s): Gilbert, W. S. Variant Title(s): Lord Chancellor's Song Subject(s): Dreams; Headaches; Nightmares | ||||||||
When you're lying awake with a dismal headache and repose is tabooed by anxiety, I conceive you may use any language you choose to indulge in without impropriety; For your brain is on firethe bed-clothes conspire of your usual slumber to plunder you: First your counterpane goes, and uncovers your toes, and your sheet slips demurely from under you; Then the blanketing ticklesyou feel like mixed picklesso terribly sharp is the pricking, And you're hot and you're cross, and you tumble and toss till there's nothing 'twixt you and the ticking. Then the bedclothes all creep to the ground in a heap, and you pick 'em all up in a tangle; Next your pillow resigns and politely declines to remain at its usual angle! Well, you get some repose in the form of a doze, with hot eye-balls and head ever aching, But your slumbering teems with such horrible dreams that you'd very much better be waking: For you dream you are crossing the Channel, and tossing about in a steamer from Harwich Which is something between a large bathing-machine and a very small second-class carriage And you're giving a treat (penny ice and cold meat) to a party of friends and relations They're a ravenous hordeand they all came on board at Sloane Square and South Kensington Stations. And bound on that journey you find your attorney (who started that morning from Devon); He's a bit undersized, and you don't feel surprise when he tells you he's only eleven. Well, you're driving like mad with that singular lad (by the by, the ship's now a four-wheeler), And you're playing round games, and he calls you bad names when you tell him that "ties pay the dealer"; But this you can't stand, so you throw up your hand, and you find you're as cold as an icicle, In your shirt and your socks (the black silk with gold clocks), crossing Salisbury Plain on a bicycle: And he and the crew are on bicycles toowhich they've somehow or other invested in And he's telling the tars all the particulars of a company he's interested in It's a scheme of devices to get at low prices all goods from cough mixtures to cables (Which tickled the sailors), by treating retailers as though they were all vegetables You get a good spadesman to plant a small tradesman (first take off his boots with a boot-tree), And his legs will take root, and his fingers will shoot, and they'll blossom and bud like a fruit-tree From the greengrocer tree you get grapes and green pea, cauliflower, pineapple, and cranberries, While the pastrycook plant, cherry brandy will grant, apple-puffs, and three- corners, and Banburys The shares are a penny, and ever so many are taken by Rothschild and Baring, And just as a few are allotted to you, you awake with a shudder despairing You're a regular wreck with a crick in your neck, and no wonder you snore, for your head's on the floor, and you've needles and pins from your soles to your shins, and your flesh is a-creep, for your left leg's asleep, and you've cramp in your toes, and a fly in your nose, and some fluff in your lung, and a feverish tongue, and a thirst that's intense, and a general sense that you haven't been sleeping in clover; But the darkness has past, and it's daylight at last, and the night has been longditto ditto my songand thank goodness they're both of them over! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VARIATIONS: 14 by CONRAD AIKEN VARIATIONS: 18 by CONRAD AIKEN LIVE IT THROUGH by DAVID IGNATOW A DREAM OF GAMES by JOSEPHINE JACOBSEN THE DREAM OF WAKING by RANDALL JARRELL APOLOGY FOR BAD DREAMS by ROBINSON JEFFERS GIVE YOUR WISH LIGHT by ROBINSON JEFFERS THE MODERN MAJOR-GENERAL, FR. THE PIRATES OF PENZANCE by WILLIAM SCHWENCK GILBERT THE YARN OF THE 'NANCY BELL' by WILLIAM SCHWENCK GILBERT CAPTAIN REECE OF THE MANTLEPIECE by WILLIAM SCHWENCK GILBERT |
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