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Poetry Friday: Epilogue to the Breakfast Table Series by Oliver Wendell Holmes

October 23rd, 2015 (06:00 am)

Current Mood: sick
Current Song: But You Won't by David Cook

A crazy bookcase, placed before
A low-price dealer's open door;
Therein arrayed in broken rows
A ragged crew of rhyme and prose,
The homeless vagrants, waifs, and strays
Whose low estate this line betrays
(Set forth the lesser birds to lime)

This is the opening stanza from Epilogue to the Breakfast Table Series by Oliver Wendell Holmes. Here are two of my favorite stanzas from the poem:

What have I rescued from the shelf?
A Boswell, writing out himself!
For though he changes dress and name,
The man beneath is still the same,
Laughing or sad, by fits and starts,
One actor in a dozen parts,
And whatsoe'er the mask may be,
The voice assures us, This is he.


And his is not the playwright's page;
His table does not ape the stage;
What matter if the figures seen
Are only shadows on a screen,
He finds in them his lurking thought,
And on their lips the words he sought,
Like one who sits before the keys
And plays a tune himself to please.

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Posted by: Jama Rattigan (jamarattigan)
Posted at: October 23rd, 2015 06:27 pm (UTC)

Why did I not know about this Epilogue? Must check it out. Thanks for the excerpts.

Posted by: Little Willow (slayground)
Posted at: October 23rd, 2015 08:03 pm (UTC)

Thanks for hosting today!

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