Gamaliel Bradford

(9 October 1863 - 11 April 1932 / Boston, Massachusetts)

Comedy - Poem by Gamaliel Bradford

I'm writing comedy again,
The daintiest pleasure known to men;
Unless a daintier might be
To watch your acted comedy:
The airy ladies gaily dressed,
And much adored, and much caressed,
The men who swagger like game cocks,
Or undermine, like cunning fox,
And over all these shaken free
The spangled gleam of repartee—
No keener joy awaits us here.
And yet each day I write with fear.


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 4, 2012



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