Edward Lear

(12 May 1812 – 29 January 1888 / London / England)

Cold Are The Crabs

Poem by Edward Lear

Cold are the crabs that crawl on yonder hills,
Colder the cucumbers that grow beneath,
And colder still the brazen chops that wreathe
The tedious gloom of philosophic pills!
For when the tardy film of nectar fills
The simple bowls of demons and of men,
There lurks the feeble mouse, the homely hen,
And there the porcupine with all her quills.
Yet much remains - to weave a solemn strain
That lingering sadly - slowly dies away,
Daily departing with departing day
A pea-green gamut on a distant plain
When wily walrusses in congresses meet -
Such such is life -


Comments about Cold Are The Crabs by Edward Lear

  • Ratnakar Mandlik (4/29/2020 11:18:00 PM)

    A great life song well deserving classic poem of tthe day.(Report)Reply

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  • Kumarmani MahakulKumarmani Mahakul (4/29/2020 9:23:00 AM)

    Made second visit. Really it is a beautiful poem. It is nice to be selected this poem as the classic poem of the poem of the day.(Report)Reply

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  • Alison MujatiAlison Mujati (4/29/2020 4:39:00 AM)

    good poem, I liked the rhythm. may you read my poem The Blurred figure.(Report)Reply

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  • Ramesh T ARamesh T A (4/29/2020 3:09:00 AM)

    This promising beginning of the poem kindles to read further to see something wise and great only to be left unfinished! nyAway thank you for sharing this Poet's poem here!(Report)Reply

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  • Dominic WindramDominic Windram (4/29/2020 2:51:00 AM)

    An intriguing, innovative sonnet by the master of nonsense rhyme: Edward Lear (note the idiosyncratic, fragmentary concluding line...) . This particular poem, nothwithstanding its ostensible ' silliness', seems to suggest an overall sense of sorrow, or even despair.(Report)Reply

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  • Mahtab BangaleeMahtab Bangalee (4/29/2020 1:56:00 AM)

    Yet much remains - to weave a solemn strain
    That lingering sadly - slowly dies away, ...../// superb expression on the life and its decaying slowly///thanks for sharing and selecting as POD(Report)Reply

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  • Bernard F. AsuncionBernard F. Asuncion (4/30/2019 12:38:00 AM)

    One of the best poems by Edward Lear......(Report)Reply

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  • Kumarmani MahakulKumarmani Mahakul (4/29/2019 7:20:00 PM)

    Coloured cucumbers grow beneath the cold are the crabs that crawl on yonder hills. This poem has rich imagery. This is excellently written.(Report)Reply

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  • Paul AmrodPaul Amrod (4/29/2019 5:12:00 PM)

    An absolute philosophical visionary with thoughts that conjure thoughts within.(Report)Reply

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  • Savita TyagiSavita Tyagi (4/29/2019 5:09:00 PM)

    Philosophy or strains of everyday life......all is defined by a poet’s outlook...the moment he/she picks the poem. Enjoyed the unique and interesting metaphors.(Report)Reply

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  • Ratnakar Mandlik (4/29/2019 12:16:00 PM)

    A thoughtfully envisioned life song crafted by a master craftsman. A superb classic poem.(Report)Reply

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  • Brian Taylor (4/29/2019 11:30:00 AM)

    Great poem(Report)Reply

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  • Robert J Fielding (4/29/2019 8:46:00 AM)

    This is, of course, wonderful nonsense...with which Mr Lear is a master.
    Please, great critics, do not take it literally. Just go with the flow!
    RJF(Report)Reply

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  • Alouwou Mandjah (4/29/2019 7:40:00 AM)

    very nice, congrats....(Report)Reply

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  • Gangadharan Nair Pulingat (4/29/2019 5:26:00 AM)

    Human predicament greatly felt. I likes the poem.(Report)Reply

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  • Mahtab BangaleeMahtab Bangalee (4/29/2019 1:40:00 AM)

    the depth poetic expression of LIFE- Daily departing with departing day(Report)Reply

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  • Dr Tony BrahminDr Tony Brahmin (4/29/2019 1:09:00 AM)

    Yet much remains - to weave a solemn strain
    That lingering sadly - slowly dies away,
    Daily departing with departing day
    A pea-green gamut on a distant plain
    When wily walrusses in congresses meet -
    Such such is life - a great poem. tony(Report)Reply

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  • Manpreet SinghManpreet Singh (4/29/2019 12:28:00 AM)

    Colder are the claws of death
    slowly slowly tightening its grip.(Report)Reply

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  • Emmanuel Galicia (11/29/2017 8:58:00 PM)

    I like the words used. hope to read more of your works(Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 14, 2010