Classic and Contemporary Poetry
WHITE CONDUIT HOUSE, by WILLIAM WOTY First Line: Wished sunday's come: mirth brightens every face Last Line: So long, white conduit house, shall be thy fame.' Subject(s): Collective Behavior; Food & Eating; Houses; Restaurants; Waiters And Waitresses; Mobs; Crowds; Cafes; Diners | ||||||||
WISHED Sunday's come: mirth brightens ev'ry face, And paints the rose upon the housemaid's cheek, Harriot or Moll, more ruddy. Now the heart Of prentice, resident in ample street Or alley kennel-washed, Cheapside, Cornhill, Or Cranborne, thee for calcuments renowned, With joy distends. His meal meridian o'er, With switch in hand, he to White Conduit House Hies merry-hearted. Human beings here In couples multitudinous assemble, Forming the drollest group that ever trod Fair Islingtonian plains: male after male, Dog after dog succeeding, husbands, wives, Fathers and mothers, brothers, sisters, friends, And pretty little boys and girls. Around, Across, along the garden's shrubby maze, They walk, they sit, they stand. What crowds press on, Eager to mount the stairs, eager to catch First vacant bench or chair in long-room placed! Here prig with prig holds conference polite, And indiscriminate the gaudy beau And sloven mix. Here he, who all the week Took bearded mortals by the nose, or sat Weaving dead hairs and whistling wretched strain, And eke the sturdy youth, whose trade it is Stout oxen to contund, with gold-bound hat And silken stocking strut. The red-armed belle Here shows her tasty gown, proud to be thought The butterfly of fashion; and, forsooth, Her haughty mistress deigns for once to tread The same unhallowed floor. 'Tis hurry all And rattling cups and saucers. 'Waiter' here, And 'Waiter' there, and 'Waiter' here and there, At once is called: 'JoeJoeJoeJoeJoe' 'Joe' on the right, and 'Joe' upon the left, For ev'ry vocal pipe re-echoes 'Joe'. Alas, poor Joe! Like Francis in the play He stands confounded, anxious how to please The many-headed throng. But should I paint The language, humours, custom of the place, Together with all curtsies, lowly bows, And compliments extern, 'twould swell my page Beyond its limits due. Suffice it then. For my prophetic muse to say, 'So long As fashion rides upon the wing of time, While tea and cream and buttered rolls can please, While rival beaux and jealous belles exist, So long, White Conduit House, shall be thy fame.' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN THE GLORIOUS YEMEN RESTAURANT by KHALED MATTAWA HOMAGE TO H & THE SPEEDWAY DINER by BERNADETTE MAYER ALL-NITE LUNCHROOM by JOHN FREDERICK NIMS MONA'S TACO by NAOMI SHIHAB NYE INITIAL CONDITIONS by MARVIN BELL DINNER IN A QUICK LUNCH ROOM by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET A MOCK INVOCATION TO GENIUS, SELECTION by WILLIAM WOTY LINES WRITTEN IN THE DOG-DAYS; HOW HOT IT IS! by WILLIAM WOTY |
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