10.06.2007, 17:20
To Vauxhall:
„The English Garden“ (Mason)
The cold transparent ham is on my fork
It hardly rains – and hark the bell! – ding dingle -
Away! Three thousand feet at gravel work,
Mocking a Vauxhall shower! - Married and single
Crush – rush; - soaked silks with wet white satin mingle.
Hengler! Madame! round whom all bright sparks lurk,
Calls audibly on Mr. and Mrs Pringle
To study the sublime, &c. – (vide Burke),
All noses are upturned! Whish-ish! – on high
The rocket rushes, trails, just steals in sight –
Then droops and melts in bubbles of blue light –
And darkness reigns – then balls flare up and die –
Wheels whiz – smack crackers – serpents twist – and then
Back to the cold transparent ham again!
Laut www.sonnets.org von John Hamilton Reynolds
Laut “Poets of the english Language” (Heron Books) von Thomas Hood
„The English Garden“ (Mason)
The cold transparent ham is on my fork
It hardly rains – and hark the bell! – ding dingle -
Away! Three thousand feet at gravel work,
Mocking a Vauxhall shower! - Married and single
Crush – rush; - soaked silks with wet white satin mingle.
Hengler! Madame! round whom all bright sparks lurk,
Calls audibly on Mr. and Mrs Pringle
To study the sublime, &c. – (vide Burke),
All noses are upturned! Whish-ish! – on high
The rocket rushes, trails, just steals in sight –
Then droops and melts in bubbles of blue light –
And darkness reigns – then balls flare up and die –
Wheels whiz – smack crackers – serpents twist – and then
Back to the cold transparent ham again!
Laut www.sonnets.org von John Hamilton Reynolds
Laut “Poets of the english Language” (Heron Books) von Thomas Hood