Bones Poem by Walter de la Mare
Bones
Said Mr. Smith, “I really cannot
Tell you, Dr. Jones—
The most peculiar pain I’m in—
I think it’s in my bones.”
Said Dr. Jones, “Oh, Mr. Smith,
That’s nothing. Without doubt
We have a simple cure for that;
It is to take them out.”
He laid forthwith poor Mr. Smith
Close-clamped upon the table,
And, cold as stone, took out his bones
As fast as he was able.
Smith said, “Thank you, thank you, thank you,”
And wished him a good-day;
And with his parcel ‘neath his arm
He slowly moved away.
Excellent. Haven't previously read it. We should all try one like this.
ONE: Again such a Best Choice of Poem Hunter Org. for this CPOTD. I am smiling in silence while reading this utmost perfect poem. He created a slightly ruder tone than Service did, but perfect for the tone in his poem. Very ironic.Keep smiling keeps one young, isn't it? He has reached a very old age for poets of his era.
TWO: A most suitable choice of Poem Hunter Org. to choose this Classic Poem as Poem Of The Day. Congratulations! Myriad of 10's for the vote! Also my Congratulations for the Poet's descendants. GBU All.
i wonder what brought this to the mind of mr. de la mare. smith's bones gone, i more expected him to flow rather than walk from the surgery—more like a puddle, no? -gk
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/24/2024 8:25:41 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Walter de la Mare (AKA Walter Ramal) with this single piece of pseudohomorous poetry has convinced me that he has yet to be surpassed as the master of shocking rhyme.