Daffydils - English Poem Poem by Talab ...

I wandered as a cloud of smoke,
That floats on high o'er factories and mills
When all at once I saw a mould,
A host of silver beer tins.

Beside the dump, amidst the heap,
Towering high, yet buried deep.
Continuous as the babies are born,
Crowding the hospital passageways.
They stretched in a ne'er-ending line
Like the oil slick in the bay.

Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Balancing delicately in an awkward stance,
The urchins beside them danced,
But they out numbered them hopelessly.

A poet could not but compare,
The beer tins here and the urchins there,
I gazed and gazed but little thought,
What wealth the show to me had brought

For oft, when on my couch I lie,
Doing nothing of particular use,
They flash upon those lips, parched dry,
Which is the bliss of thirstitude.

And then my body sways and sings,
And dances with the beer tins.