Saturday, October 09, 2010
Old Crabbed Men
James Reeves, Old Crabbed Men
This old crabbed man, with his wrinkled, fusty clothesCharles Spencelayh, Departed Spirits
And his offensive smellwho would suppose
That in his day he invented a new rose
Exciting still the fastidious eye and nose ?
That old crabbed man, sloven of speech and dress,
Was once known among womenwho would now guess?
As a lover of the most perfect address,
Reducing the stubbornest beauty to nakedness.
This old crabbed man, pattering and absurd,
With a falsetto voicewhich of you has heard
How in his youth he mastered the lyric word?
His unflawed verse spoke like a March bird.