Gamaliel Bradford Poems

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21.
Anacreon's Apology

An eye where love with laughter twinkles,
And songs on kisses still insistent,
Blended with graying hair and wrinkles,
To you, my child, seem inconsistent?
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22.
My Youth

Oh, my youth was hot and eager,
And my heart was burning, burning,
And the present joy seemed meagre,
Dwarfed by that perpetual yearning.
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23.
Why?

Hist! Zop!
The world is all awry.
Think that you can mend it?
Take a turn and try
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24.
The Divagator

You think my songs are strange.
I think they are myself.
I let my fancy range—
The divagating elf.
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25.
The Tickle

I like to read confessions
As lengthy as Rousseau's,
With all their slow processions
Of innumerable woes.
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26.
Nerves

Nerves are most extraordinary,
Full of useful information,
At a moment's notice merry
With abounding cacchination,
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27.
The Pack

A bit of metaphysics or a psychologic catch
Will sit upon my breast all day and scratch and scratch and
scratch. Now isn't it a pity that the ragged thorns of culture Should be tearing at my vitals, as Prometheus's the vulture?
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28.
Fleas

My thoughts are like fleas,
Eternally skipping.
I try as I please
To prevent their slipping,
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29.
The Drone

I might have been a worker, but I'm nothing but a drone.
I tell my idle stories in a philosophic tone.
In a fuzzy, spiny mantle of remoteness softly furled
I lie and watch with half-shut eyes the stupefying world.
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30.
Who Cares?

Who cares,
Though age oppress,
And griefs distress,
And the long, long day
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