The Portland daily press., 1882-01-31
Oscar and Walt.

That Yawp.

louisville Courier-Jsurnall
At last. 1t is done. They have met-O.
Wilde, the Flower of the Utter, and w. Whit
man, the Boomer of the Boundless.
They have met. They have. lle
And the earth still swings through the spaces,
and at the same old stand the equator coAtin-
ues in business.
This is the mode of their meeting-the song
of their swigging and sundering
This is the ode of their greeting-the yoWl,
the yawp barbaric- @
The strong and stridulous strain Of the steam
| calliope of the Un-Art-
The orison of the orbs Uncurbed-
The pean of the pork-house whistle,
| Pitched in the key Of Whitman.
| To the racket, totter and tumble;
| Lift up your ears and hear it.
eyes. it is true" said Walter, or in words to
| this effect: che came to see me this evening,
| here in my eyrie at Camden.
And took him in
In and in; and up; and up to the innermost,
uppermost ins and ups Of my den In the tertiary
IAt least, in something after this fashion he
would probably have expressed his account II
| he had written instead OF SPOKEN ~ 10 tne re-
| porter) -, 49,.
| mounted the stair steps,
"There is the spot where Wilde and myson
| absorbed, got away with bottle.
And the reporter probably was touched TO
| the tough
And, mayhaps, by the testimony OF ocular
| observation that marry another bottle was there
| or forthcoming as a subject of absorption.
s'Here," resumed the roarer OF the "Old
| Rough. '"here is my den and here caracoled
we, young Oscar and OF; A..
| Here we were as thee and thou each 10 the
| other; ~
| Here we were as soul TO soul, as poet to poet;
| Ave- we were bobbyshalics;
! we were the juncture of the Gospel OF the
| Gone and the Cult of the Comtngi
We were the swaling suture, the kissing CON
| Any of the ouintessential extracts OF the four
teenth and twenty-fourth centuries
You heerd mel 81 r 9Ef
Do YOU marvel then that here we had roy
al octave gilt-edged communion;
That we sealed and delivered pact as pure
| as filtered bushes OF modest maidens and as
firm as tine obstinacy of their paternai progsni-
tors;
That we had an altitudinous ancient time?
Do you catch on? Do you clingY DO you
One of the first things said was, Oscar, I
shall cali you Oscar
And he answered me, he did: i like that so
much
Yah! And he inclined to me; be leaned over;
he laid his hand on my knee.
[Tableau.
He did. Il was lum-te-tum; it was twee-twee;
it was UNI!
And i. me. Walt, the unhide-bound, up
again and said to him;
Oscar, you must be a-thirst; l will make
some punch
cimetar, as a straw-cutter:
Yes, | am a-thirst'
Ha, ha! Ho, hoi HUM
And brewed him brew; MIXED him
milk: punched him punch.
And he tossed it off as quickly as quicknessi
as quickly as could erupt double-calendsred
chain-electrifed polychodecametric coupst TO
the tufted lawn Of Leonas locks,
Or to the gruesome grimness OF Destinys
grip.
Yi-yi!
And then we confiuxed some more.
He told me that he had been fed on Wnit-
manesque poetry from childhood; that Lazy
Wilde was wont to administer my rip-staVes 70
him with his porridge. -
He has grown up to be a splendid fellow;
how could he help it? 1t is strange why peo-
ple mock and ieer him so
He gave me many mouthsome messages,
which the lustrousest OF Britain's bards had