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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE SNAKE ON D.H. LAWRENCE, by N. J. WARBURTON First Line: Some creep came to my water trough Last Line: Therefore I relieved myself in the trough and left. Subject(s): Lawrence, David Herbert (1885-1930) | |||
Some creep came to my water trough And stood there, hopping from foot to foot, In his pyjamas. I knew his sort — a poet. The dark-haired ones are all right, mild drinkers perhaps, But the red-heads are liable to fly off the handle. He put the whole length of my back up, standing there Like a stick of rock. I could tell what he was thinking — 'They're all the same'. I reminded him of his penis. SoI thought, right mate, you can just wait till I've had my fill. What a nerve! To think that the whole poem of my existence Is just to be a piece of his foetid imagery! I was just framing in my mind some neat metaphor for him, When he hurled a lump of wood at me. Therefore I relieved myself in the trough and left. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON LOVE: D. H. LAWRENCE by EDWARD HIRSCH BROTHER (D.H.) LAWRENCE by ANSELM HOLLO AN ELEGY FOR D.H. LAWRENCE by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS ON LOVE: D. H. LAWRENCE by EDWARD HIRSCH AFTER D.H. LAWRENCE by DEBORAH KEENAN LADY CHATTERLEY by CATHERINE PHIL MACCARTHY TO D.H. LAWRENCE by LESLIE RICHARDSON ELEGY FOR D.H. LAWRENCE by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS THE IMPOSSIBLE INDISPENSIBILITY OF THE ARS POETICA by HAYDEN CARRUTH |
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