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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
POOR LODGINGS, by IBN ABDUN First Line: O thou exalted mightily Last Line: And cannot even work to rule. | |||
O thou exalted mightily On either line of ancestry, As in a bowl the bubbles rise Successively to kiss the skies: The lodge wherein thy servant dwells In no particular excels Loved Salma's lodgings at Dhul Khal Where desolation covers all. When he beheld them, tumble-down, He hailed his lodgings with a frown: 'Good morrow to you, and good day, Poor ruins crumbling to decay!' The ruins, knowing well to speak, Responded with a plaintive squeak: 'What glad good morrow can there be For veterans as worn as we?' Command the churl who billets us To be a bit more generous; The fellow is a raving fool, And cannot even work to rule. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...COMPANIONS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SURFACES AND MASKS; 30 by CLARENCE MAJOR FRAGMENT ON DEATH by FRANCOIS VILLON FRAGMENTS INTENDED FOR DEATH'S JEST-BOOK: SACRIFICE SELF-COMPENSATED by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES JOB. THE INSCRUTABLE MYSTERY by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE PSALM 129 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE NEW THINGS ARE BEST by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |
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