George Gordon Byron

(22 January 1788 – 19 April 1824 / London, England)

I Would To Heaven That I Were So Much Clay - Poem by George Gordon Byron

I would to heaven that I were so much clay,
As I am blood, bone, marrow, passion, feeling -
Because at least the past were passed away -
And for the future - (but I write this reeling,
Having got drunk exceedingly today,
So that I seem to stand upon the ceiling)
I say - the future is a serious matter -
And so - for God's sake - hock and soda water!


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004



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