Union County courier. [volume] (Elk Point, Union County, D.T. [S.D.]) 187?-1913, 1886-03-17
Poesy.

As an American citizen, one who de-
lights to sing the praises OF the freedom
of the press, / register my name as a
lover Of the beautiful in art, nature, or
wherever the coy and reluctant creature
is won't to ensconce herself. I love po-
esy. Poesy is sublime or otherwise,
mostly otherwise. All good men, but
critics, love poesy. The good man
breathes poesy. The critic can tell good
poesy from the counterfeit, albeit he
cannot tune his harp to q single lay,
either good or bad. Hence the critic
does not cling to tho feet-winged PEI
gasus of divine af1atus with alacrity.
because he is e%nvious OF those who can
turn q graceful mot in ripping s~tanzas,
or troll the medicinal praises of the aro-
matte liverpad in rhythmic measures.
Tea drops its pristine finesse by sea
voyage hence, poesy by cable, a la
Baron Tennyson, is o failure. 1t misses
something; what, / do not now know;
but something is lacking Of musical trip
and git thar Eli about cable poesy.
When the genuine article shows up
without the agency Of a lot of salt water
wires and overworked operators, I pre-
sumo the poem will be enhanced in
beauty. Electricity is q great thing;
but it does not as vet pose as q success
full motive power for conveying poesy
in q highly hilarious state, so to men
ton. II poesy could be cured, kiln
dried, packed in salt and air-tight cans,
it might reach this side Of the pond in
a generous state of preservation. There
is a great future ahead for some man,
one who con import poesy which shall
stand the wear and tear and salty brine
OF ocean voyage.
There is a astronomical sort of flesh,
feslily poesy in the sound of a dinner
bell. 1t is more or less successful, ac-
cording to the status Of ones boarding
house and the manner in Which n is
brought face to face with the proverbial
and stereotyped plate of mystery. If
you eye it with doubt and hesitancy
there is no poesy present. If you serve
the inner man plentifully, then the
astronomical par excellence of the
spirit of poesy has not gone into the
next county where boarding-houses are
a haven of rest instead of Saharas of
despair. Men of amiable dispositions,
who marry for gilded wealth, do not
foster much poesy after six months of
welded bliss. Poesy does perch upon
the rosewood bedpost of the elect when
the mar of the house wears a back num-
Der hustle and keeps the pursestrings
SO tight that you couldn't drive a flax
seed, CREASED, through the mouth with
a five-pound mallet. No; poesy does
not dwell there, unless it be a sort of
soured article grown musty, stale and
dusty through bitter infections of kick
ing ones self for getting into such an
unpoetical state of affairs. Til rather
be q born poet than q dead poet. One
has more chance for growing up with
the requirements of the task. 1t may
be fine for a dead poet to have his best
works frescoed and interlarded with
the green of the ivy, the russet of the
maple and crimson Of the oak. but it's
more pleasant and highly satisfactory to
see ones work embraced among q lot
of medical pufls and the Cancer, Virgo,
Capricornus, Aquarius, Pisces, etc, of
q farmers almanac.-H. 8. Keller.