Arthur Guiterman Poems
|42.||On The Vanity Of Earthly Greatness||4/13/2010|
|43.||In The Hospital||1/4/2003|
|44.||The Legend Of The First Cam-U-El: An Arabian Apologue||4/13/2010|
|46.||The Chip On The Shoulder||4/13/2010|
|47.||Habits Of The Hippopotamus||4/13/2010|
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The Antiseptic Baby and the Prophylactic Pup
Were playing in the garden when the Bunny gamboled up;
They looked upon the Creature with a loathing undisguised;—
It wasn't Disinfected and it wasn't Sterilized.
They said it was a Microbe and a Hotbed of Disease;
They steamed it in a vapor of a thousand-odd degrees;
They froze it in a freezer that was cold as Banished Hope
And washed it in permanganate with carbolated soap.
In sulphurated hydrogen they steeped its wiggly ears;
They trimmed its frisky whiskers with a pair of hard-boiled shears;
In The Hospital
Because on the branch that is tapping my pane
A sun-wakened leaf-bud, uncurled,
Is bursting its rusty brown sheathing in twain,
I know there is Spring in the world.
Because through the sky-patch whose azure and white
My window frames all the day long,
A yellow-bird dips for an instant of flight,
I know there is Song.