Well I abominate fame, and a great name!…

Well I abominate fame, and a great name!

Yet I am for the deed which bears that badge of blame!

For like to the slain neck-deep in his own blood,

Pursuing quittal ‘pon slayer and his brood –

Or peccary that’d have cactus for food,

Cactus’ spines winking, and pike-fang’d mood –

So I, being no other than that I am,

Course Duty uphill, long neglectful of harm!

My task to my lady’s tied, as by inlet

Sea to land, to shade whither she walks, fan in her flannelette!

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How often in her strolls I’ve sweet breaths let fall,

Scatter’d everywhere, toppling each item of aerosphere

With vanilla fragrancy stoling all the air –

Like winter heliothropes along the wall;

To take her senses on, and bate down her feeze;

For well in that sinks she every now and then,

As perforce one must burden’d with such increase;

Whose fair looks fairer grows ‘neath eyes of men:

As doth Sea suckled of dry Sun yet swell at teats,

The more suckled, ache her milk deposits!

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Like prime starlets in paltry parts scouted by Fame,

I, gnawing ably small favours of my mistress’, catch a name.




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By Sydney Chesterfield on June 12, 2016 · Posted in Braindrops On Yellow Leaves, Literary, Poetry, Trends

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