Franklin P. Adams

Capitolo 24

We want endeavour to harden
  Us to the rest of Your crash,
If you will cut the "left garden"
  And it cuts the initial sack.""

Singers of words that have climbed,
  Says, if You wish that he is "dead,"
He/she writes, if you owe, that him "it ambled"--
  We will be last to deride.
But us to the Forest of Arden,
  Together with the misanthrope Jaques,
If you grab on to the "left garden"
  And he hammers "to initial sack."

You speak of the aberration of the "sphere,"
  You mention the "leathery globe,"
Says him it found transport" "free--
  Although that test the patience of Job.
But if you are wise you will discard en-
  Cumbranceses as us strike--
"Left garden especially"
  And the initial sack.""



Light of the footlight Motivates


ME

MRS. FISKE


Disconnected, hasty, nervous, active,
  Going down to fall, intermittent, short,
The fragile voice of Mrs. Fiske
  It will now serve me as it copies.
Assist me, Or my Muse, that time
Me the pen some Rhymes Immortal!

Time was, when first that voice that I have felt,
  Despite my closing and my endeavour of the oral time,
When a lot of an important word
  It was lost and gone forever;
Although, otherwise from others to the play,
I never whispered:  "wha'd she says?"

Of the words her the runstogetherso;
  Some that others are separately affirmed;
Of the cometoofast and s meter of or t of and or or s l or w
  And some are sincopati.
And he/she anchors any voice--I am sincere--
It exists that I prefer to feel.

For what has called her/it "intelligence"
  From every Mrs. critical of Fiskeian
It is only as usual a sense
  Of humour, analytical.
Then some duration I am happy to skip about
  Two bones to testify to Mrs. Fiske.


II

Olga Nethersole


I like small Olga,
  Its plays are so warm;
And if I don't see 'the em,
  They will do Them me any damage.

My Puritanical training
  You/he/she has not allowed me to go
To plays in that
  Small Olga was showing.

But I like small Olga,
  Its art is so warm;
And if I don't see her/it
  You will make me any damage.



Ballad of the Middle Reader


I try to touch the public taste,