Herman Melville

(1 August 1819 – 28 September 1891 / New York City, New York)

The Bench Of Boors - Poem by Herman Melville

In bed I muse on Tenier's boors,
Embrowned and beery losels all;
A wakeful brain
Elaborates pain:
Within low doors the slugs of boors
Laze and yawn and doze again.

In dreams they doze, the drowsy boors,
Their hazy hovel warm and small:
Thought's ampler bound
But chill is found:
Within low doors the basking boors
Snugly hug the ember-mound.

Sleepless, I see the slumberous boors
Their blurred eyes blink, their eyelids fall:
Thought's eager sight
Within low doors the boozy boors
Cat-naps take in pipe-bowl light.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 19, 2010

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