The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1892-01-06
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Cold voice Of ecstatic perdition,
Sweet singing. with venomous breath,
Through days without date or division
The raptures and roses Of death.
We name thee hell IA nor heaven;
We greet thee and gasp and refrain.
FOR these songs OF thee seven times seven. puS
Alady In pain.
Thy gods. when they taught thee this pastime
Aud summed all thy glories In one
Did they crown thes FOR once and the last time
And leave thee with beauty undonet
That divine is the rake and the rum bum
That the muse should Of Vices be tain,
And that virtue alone should DO hundrum, puts
Alady in pain.
Thy lanGuors Of passion rsdntten.
The foam Of thy kiss and the fanga
The lips intsrt visited and bitten
OF teeth full OF back hair and bangs.
Thy serpents that citing to nerce pleasure
White breasts Of the blood gushing strain,
Though one should rather like overmessurs. put
lady in pain.
Hast thou turned the old laws to derislon.
Hast thou shamed u.s. for mothers and wivest
10! wedlock still waits deaths resciston
And children can't help their own lives
When the breast thou dost WOO US to yearn ON
With real axue aches wilt thou feignf
Or forgive. Oh, aesthetic Algernon,
Alady In paini
But speaking Of poetry. friend says to mo-
"You talk OF doing poetry for The Sun! Say
what is poetryf" I thought little. I re-
membered how in 1882 Tennyson put forth q
part OF the best poetry he ever wrote. yet the
whole thing fell like wet blanket. l remem-
bered how in 1854 Walt Whitman issued his
Leaves Of Gnss" II was then in Boston in
the house Of James Munro 4 Co.. and wns en-
tending the alphabet Of Plato's "Kratylus"
from twelve to twenty-four letters). and no
publication that meant to DO decent would
even notice it. remembered how. as years
went by. tho magazines that thought
themselves first class paid money for
Waits driblets after his poetical vein
was exhausted: and I remembered how.
tho other day. Walt indicated with his
foot his preference. among certain draughts
upon the floor. OF the monument in granite
which his friends might erect to his memory.
remembered how few OF its Poems Worth
Reading" The Sun finds among the cream
laid pages Of the available" people: and
answered: Obi poetry? 1t Is rot-in time: and
1t is the flower OF rot-in time; and as a whole
it Is literary result Of literary experience.
do not wish to monkey theoretically with the
buzz saw Of poetry: but dread the infeeence
OF The Suns readers that cannot write real
poetry. and beg to submit specimen OF my
bona f1de efforts. This is taken from advance
sheets Of my forthcoming romance:
THE sTEERsMAN's REVENGE;
THE BELLE OF THE SIXTEEN LoCKA
a Tale dy the Erie Chnal.
By the author OF stronghold tho Guide" Hurdle.
bud" and other tales.
The animus OF 1t contemplates the deca-
dence OF our great internal waterway. and
its pathos is a growth Of the environment 1t
is entitled
THE cANALLER's LAMENr-AN 1pYL OF THE Al
BANY BASIN.
(Air: Caroline Of Ednboro Town.U
Ny name is Captain butcher.
And sail the Erie stream:
Apoor old played caualler
With a twenty dollar team:
And how came to be 80 10
curious kind Of theme.
Iowned bang.up buhead once
A ever struck the quay:
I've paid hve-huudred. dollar tolls
On wheat for many day:
But had to cut her down the back
And carry slaves and hay.
My wits took sick at Brockport;
That tied me up . while.
She lies there in the churchyard. Cap;
les rather hard to smile:
And the funeral and the sicknesa
They cost me quite pile.
Then me and Tommy run the boat
ThSee seasons. OF and on.
With . little pes.leg driver.
They called him Hungry John;
He's dead. and Tommy's gone out West
And 1t seems as II all were gone
Think OF the good old packet timea
The Red Bird and the Blue
With forty passengers on deck
And gallus fighting crow!
They'd pull us fellows out o the locks
To let their boat 20 through.
Silk curtains at tho windows!
Puddin' and lamb and veali
The steersmsn with his station horn
The tan. tara would peal.
And the hoggis with his tenfoot lash
Would make the leader sQueal
They're conc. the crews I used to know.
The fighters Of their day:
Old Sleepy Sam, and John McNanu.
And Warren Iafaray;
Why. even the horses quit the ditch -.
Hearing the donkeys bray.
Inever could rnt up with mules,
With all tber funny games.
Giva mo soggy span OF hobs
With besrskins on their hamesi
Idont think mules is human:
They don't have Christian nameA
Imade trade for this old tub:
She's leaky As clam.
I'll stem her into some one yet.
You sec Just what ann
I've had my day. and run my race.
And wouldn't give dam!
Ibix bugs At the Capitol
Know what they about,
They'd mud some way to set things right
They help themselves. no doubt,
bat most OF them drink whsIey.
And the whole blamed things played out.
For what's theuss Of horseaesh
A buekin against Steami
Tho oldstyle boatmans out OF date.
And hero he ends his dream:
Apoor old played canaler.
With twen,y.dollsr teami
There. sir: lam sorry for the boatman. and
am sorry for the readers OF TEE Sun. and
sorriest OF all for the writer: but am afraid
that Is poetry: and many poor devil between
Albany and Buffalo Is singing 1t In his heart
tonight. Sadly yours. B. T. BLOOD.
AMSTERDAM. Jan. .
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