Jonathan Swift

(30 November 1667 – 19 October 1745 / Dublin)

A Maypole - Poem by Jonathan Swift

Deprived of root, and branch and rind,
Yet flowers I bear of every kind:
And such is my prolific power,
They bloom in less than half an hour;
Yet standers-by may plainly see
They get no nourishment from me.
My head with giddiness goes round,
And yet I firmly stand my ground:
All over naked I am seen,
And painted like an Indian queen.
No couple-beggar in the land
E'er joined such numbers hand in hand.
I joined them fairly with a ring;
Nor can our parson blame the thing.
And though no marriage words are spoke,
They part not till the ring is broke;
Yet hypocrite fanatics cry,
I'm but an idol raised on high;
And once a weaver in our town,
A damned Cromwellian, knocked me down.
I lay a prisoner twenty years,
And then the jovial cavaliers
To their old post restored all three -
I mean the church, the king, and me.


Comments about A Maypole by Jonathan Swift

  • Geeta Radhakrishna Menon (3/31/2018 10:16:00 PM)


    I lay a prisoner twenty years,
    And then the jovial cavaliers
    To their old post restored all three -
    I mean the church, the king, and me.
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  • Joshua Adeyemi (3/31/2018 5:57:00 PM)


    I lay a prisoner twenty years,
    And then the jovial cavaliers
    To their old post restored all three -
    I mean the church, the king, and me.
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  • Glen Kappy (3/31/2018 10:12:00 AM)


    My first time reading this one, though the feel, the subject matter strike me as Swift-ian. Contemporary in its own time, the poem remains so with a bit of application—the clash, as some would have it, of pagan practices with a newer orthodoxy. -Glen (Report) Reply

  • Muzahidul Reza (3/31/2018 2:56:00 AM)


    such is my prolific power, ........... greatly penned by Swift (Report) Reply

  • Kumarmani Mahakul (3/31/2018 1:50:00 AM)


    With prolific power every kind of flower all bear in life to accept purity and softness. This poem is definitely very excellently penned and has broad and amazing essence...10 (Report) Reply

  • (3/31/2017 11:20:00 PM)


    Simply superb poem, rich in rhyme, rhythm and a pleasure to read. (Report) Reply

  • (3/31/2017 9:14:00 PM)


    a poet of great wit and mirth;
    yet I'm not up on his girth.
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  • Ramesh T A (3/31/2017 9:48:00 AM)


    My head with giddiness goes round,
    And yet I firmly stand my ground:
    Wonderful words to make a note about swift!
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  • Joshua Adeyemi (3/31/2017 6:48:00 AM)


    Wow! , intriguing and fabulous.
    Great job done! ! !
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  • Joshua Adeyemi (3/31/2017 6:47:00 AM)


    Intriguing and fabulous.
    Great job done!
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  • Edward Kofi Louis (3/31/2017 3:48:00 AM)


    May plainly see! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us. (Report) Reply

  • Tom Allport (3/31/2017 3:04:00 AM)


    an historical poem of a time of different beliefs? (Report) Reply

  • Kumarmani Mahakul (3/31/2017 2:40:00 AM)


    Marvellous poem with edifying diction. I appreciate this poem.Thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

  • David Venkatesan (3/31/2017 12:44:00 AM)


    EXCELLENT QUOTES. I LIKE VERY MUCH. GO AHEAD. (Report) Reply

  • Bernard F. Asuncion (3/31/2017 12:39:00 AM)


    Prolific power.... Thanks for posting..... (Report) Reply

  • (3/31/2017 12:32:00 AM)


    painted like an Indian queen. is veryrevealing (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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