Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A SNAIL'S DERBY, by EUGENE JACOB LEE-HAMILTON Poet's Biography First Line: Once, in this tuscan garden, noon's huge ball Last Line: Wait but death's night; and, lo, the great ball lowers. Subject(s): Racing; Snails | ||||||||
Once, in this Tuscan garden, Noon's huge ball So slowly crossed the sky above my head, As I lay idle on my dull wheeled bed, That, sick of Day's inexorable crawl, I set some snails a-racing on the wall -- With their striped shells upon their backs, instead Of motley jockeys -- black, white, yellow, red; And watched them till the twilight's tardy fall. And such my life, as years go one by one: A garden where I lie beyond the flowers, And where the snails outrace the creeping sun. For me there are no pinions to the hours; Compared with them, the snails like racers run: Wait but Death's night; and, lo, the great ball lowers. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CROWS WHO TRY TO BE CORMORANTS DROWN by LEE ANN RORIPAUGH THE QUEST OF THE PURPLE-RINGED by ROBERT FROST FOR A FIVE-YEAR-OLD by KAREN FLEUR ADCOCK LITTLE SNAIL by HILDA CONKLING SUNKEN GOLD by EUGENE JACOB LEE-HAMILTON |
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