Franklin P. Adams

Capitolo 31

  Thefts to me in the Heart.

To me it seems my Hands me
  You/he/she should now impose on Your
You lead, while begging God to hold her/it
  So excellent and clean and pure.



"And Anchors is An Art Gentile!"

(Parody is above a knitted kind the eyelashes at Your teachers
of the literature... And still it is a kind art--
"The Point of view" in May _Scribner's_.)


A sweet trouble in the verse
  What it never looks behind
Doesn't draw profit who steals my purse,
  Leave that joy is unconfined!

As vainly same men surprise!
  The stars started to flash,
An art that there were few to praise,
  Neither some drop to drink.

Or he/she sleeps, it is a blessed thing
  What I owe ne'er they enjoy!
There was never a more equitable spring
  What when I was a boy.

An affectionate embrace and then we divide!
  Good--from, my person in love, good-from!
And still it is a kind art,
  What nobody can deny.



Every now and then


There is now and then a couple which the conjugal life
 It is happy as happy you/he/she can be;
There is now and then a man that believes that his/her wife
 It is That Unsurpassable You;
There is undoubtedly in England many people
 Of who humour is airy and wise;
But there is never one in American jokes
 Or on the American stage

There is now and then an auto that doesn't break,
 Or a fisherman that picks up some fish;
There is now and then a beautiful suit of society
 Or a girl that never breaks a dish;
There is haply a Croesus that is not a prank.
 Or a joke that is not hoary with age;
But there is never one in American jokes
 Or on the American stage.

There is now and then a poet with neighbor hair cut,
 Or a sporting quiet of man in suit;
There is now and then a lady of Boston that is equitable,
 There is now and then a press of fetterless;
There is now and then a laughter that a joker can blandish,
 A librettist is able I handed its page--
But they is very rare in American jokes,
 And--oh, the American stage!



Jim and Bill


Bill Jones was cynical and sad;
    He thought that sincerity was rare;
The most greater part of people, Bill believed, you/he/she was bad