Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE QUEST OF THE PURPLE COW, by HILDA JOHNSON First Line: He girded on his shining sword Last Line: Cow! Subject(s): Cows | ||||||||
HE girded on his shining sword, He clad him in his suit of mail, He gave his friends the parting word, With high resolve his face was pale. They said, "You've kissed the Papal Toe, To great Moguls you've made your bow, Why will you thus world-wandering go?" "I never saw a purple cow!" "I never saw a purple cow! Oh, hinder not my wild emprise -- Let me depart! For even now Perhaps, before some yokel's eyes The purpling creature dashes by, Bending its noble, horned brow. They see its glowing charms, but I -- I never saw a purple cow!" "But other cows there be," they said, "Both cows of high and low degree, Suffolk and Devon, brown, black, red, The Ayrshire and the Alderney. Content yourself with these." "No, no," He cried, "Not these! Not these! For how Can common kine bring comfort? Oh! I never saw a purple cow!" He flung him to his charger's back, He left his kindred limp and weak, They cried: "He goes, alack! alack! The unattainable to seek." But westward still he rode -- pardee! The West! Where such freaks be; I vow, I'd not be much surprised if he Should some day see A Purple Cow! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JOHNNY SPAIN'S WHITE HEIFER by HAYDEN CARRUTH MARSHALL WASHER by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE COWS AT NIGHT by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE DUN COW AND THE HAG by NORMAN DUBIE THE BIRTHDAY COW by EVE MERRIAM COWS by ALICIA SUSKIN OSTRIKER BALLADE OF EXPANSION by HILDA JOHNSON |
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