Classic and Contemporary Poetry
BRASHEANNA; SONNETS ON PETER BRASH, A PUBLICAN: 1, by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: We found him first as in the dells of may Last Line: Still as we fled, we heard his idiot screech Alternate Author Name(s): Stevenson, Robert Lewis Balfour Subject(s): Bars & Bartenders; Pubs; Taverns; Saloons | ||||||||
We found him first as in the dells of May The dreaming damsel finds the earliest flower; Thoughtless we wandered in the evening hour; Aimless and pleased we went our random way: In the foot-haunted city in the night, Among the alternate lamps, we went and came Till, like a humourous thunderbolt, that name, The hated name of BRASH, assailed our sight. We saw, we paused, we entered, seeking gin. His wrath, like a huge breaker on the beach, Broke instant forth. He on the counter beat In his infantile fury; and his feet Danced impotent wrath upon the floor within. Still as we fled, we heard his idiot screech | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOUSE OF SILENCE by PHILIP LEVINE SPRING STREET BAR by MEI-MEI BERSSENBRUGGE DISCOVERING THE PHOTOGRAPH OF LLOYD, EARL, AND PRISCILLA by LYNN EMANUEL THE NIGHT MAN AT THE BLUE LITE by LYNN EMANUEL DRAFT OF THE SMOKY LIFE by FORREST GANDER ANY NEWS FROM ALPHA CENTAURI by ANSELM HOLLO A GOOD PLAY by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON |
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