Franklin P. Adams
Capitolo 40
This is my ambition:
Not the greatest rhyme,
Not the first position
On the page of time--
But, the poet of Or, you bathe me,
You cultivate, with gum and hooks,
Female sex they will hold me
In their pocket-books!
"Bedbooks"
(There it is said that is, a consolidates application for "bedbooks"
in England. There are readers that find in Gibbon a
sedative for tired nerves; there are other that they enjoy
The humour of the quiet of Trollope. Some people find in Henry
The entangled syntax of James the calm diversion that they looks for,
and others enjoy the non exciting realism of the Mr. Howells.
--_The Sun_.)
As the sleep the brave that sinks to remain,
Cradled by the waves of the dreamy diction,
As that appearing in the best
Of the modern fiction!
When the insomnia the British the applications,
And it strikes him/it with his/her sleepless beating,
He goes to Gibbon or to James,
Or perhaps Trollope.
Any niggardly limit as those
The ardent-sleep Yankee curses--
He has a wealth of prose of poppy
And it opiates verses.
A wheat of--owes me I mention names
And does it say from where sleep you/he/she can be inhaled?
It is it the thing to say of James,
"Does it do me tired?"
To say "a dose of Phillips, or
A capsule of Sinclair or Brady,
Is it the thing to make to snore me only?"
Oh, lackadaydee!
No! Is rustic to make a review
It is specific from marked attention
Our bedbooks. They is also far nu-
Merous to mention.
A Child's Garden in New York of Verses
(With the usual one.)
ME
In winter I wake up at night myself,
And dress from an electric light.
In the summer, autumn, ay and spring,
I have to make the same-same thing.
I have to go in bed and to feel
Pianos that check the weight in my ear,
And it feels the custodian jump
With cans of garbage inside the court.
And ago he doesn't seem hard to You
What should I have these things to do?
It is it I don't last for us Manhat-
Do you tan children in a suffocating apartment?
II
It is very beautiful to think
The world is full of food and drink;