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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
UPON THE LOSS OF HIS LITTLE FINGER, by THOMAS RANDOLPH Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Arithmetic nine digits, and no more Last Line: How soon mischance hath made a hand of thee. Subject(s): Accidents; Fingers | |||
ARITHMETIC nine digits, and no more, Admits of; then I still have all my store, For what mischance hath ta'en from my left hand, It seems did only for a cipher stand, But this I'll say for thee, departed joint, Thou wert not given to steal, nor pick, nor point At any in disgrace; but thou didst go Untimely to thy death, only to show The other members what they once must do: Hand, arm, leg, thigh, and all must follow too. Oft didst thou scan my verse, where if I miss, Henceforth I will impute the cause to this. A finger's loss (I speak it not in sport) Will make a verse a foot too short, Farewell, dear finger, much I grieve to see How soon mischance hath made a hand of thee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE JOB; FOR TOBEY by DORIANNE LAUX BESTIARY FOR THE FINGERS OF MY RIGHT HAND by CHARLES SIMIC THE BLACK FINGER by ANGELINA WELD GRIMKE UPON THE LOSSE OF HIS FINGER by ROBERT HERRICK BRIGHT BEADS by MINNIE FAEGRE KNOX FINGER DANCE (2) by MOTHER GOOSE ON THE LOSS OF HIS FINGER by THOMAS RANDOLPH THE BASKET-MAKERS' SONG by ANDRE THEURIET FAIRIES' SONG by THOMAS RANDOLPH ODE TO MASTER ANTHONY STAFFORD [TO HASTEN HIM INTO COUNTRY] by THOMAS RANDOLPH |
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