Mother, Being Partial
JOHN ALEXANDER ALLEN
Brags a bit to old sparring partners
How we speak no unkind word,
As though that somehow sanctified
A pair whose cosmos, after all, was born
Of strife and, brawling, sweats a concord out.
How we speak no unkind word,
As though that somehow sanctified
A pair whose cosmos, after all, was born
Of strife and, brawling, sweats a concord out.
How dull it is! By day and night
The halcyon bird is ever at our throats,
Her wilted twig a-dangle with its olive oil
For troubled waters. Drop a hint of revolt
And look! — the marines are landing.
The halcyon bird is ever at our throats,
Her wilted twig a-dangle with its olive oil
For troubled waters. Drop a hint of revolt
And look! — the marines are landing.
Hot for peace, they grind ashore
Before the opening volleys hit, attended
By a clutch of marriage counselors, who crawl,
Waving their unsolicited foreign aid,
From under every loggerhead.
Before the opening volleys hit, attended
By a clutch of marriage counselors, who crawl,
Waving their unsolicited foreign aid,
From under every loggerhead.
A far far better thing it is, sub rosa,
Sotto voce, seeing that even the wed
Contrive occasional privacies,
To lie subversive, far from the pacifying
Crowd’s ignoble riot squad, and sneak a little
Sotto voce, seeing that even the wed
Contrive occasional privacies,
To lie subversive, far from the pacifying
Crowd’s ignoble riot squad, and sneak a little
Bitter
Unimpeded
Internecine
Warfare in,
However proudly
Unimpeded
Internecine
Warfare in,
However proudly
Mother, being partial, cares to brag.