Madam Life's A Piece In Bloom Poem by William Ernest Henley
Madam Life's A Piece In Bloom
Madam Life's a piece in bloom
Death goes dogging everywhere:
She's the tenant of the room,
He's the ruffian on the stair.
You shall see her as a friend,
You shall bilk him once or twice;
But he'll trap you in the end,
And he'll stick you for her price.
With his kneebones at your chest,
And his knuckles in your throat,
You would reason -- plead -- protest!
Clutching at her petticoat;
But she's heard it all before,
Well she knows you've had your fun,
Gingerly she gains the door,
And your little job is done.
A visual poem. One can picture this in stages. The awareness of the rotten underbelly of Victorian life is immense. This poem deserves more appreciation.
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4/15/2024 4:05:16 PM # 1.0.0.1119
I don't think this is about Victorian life, just a telling metaphor of life and death in general. Life is the alluring prostitute, Death is her pimp, who will claim payment from us all eventually.