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Written by Victor Hugo | Create an image from this poem

THE PATIENCE OF THE PEOPLE

 ("Il s'est dit tant de fois.") 
 
 {III., May, 1830.} 


 How often have the people said: "What's power?" 
 Who reigns soon is dethroned? each fleeting hour 
 Has onward borne, as in a fevered dream, 
 Such quick reverses, like a judge supreme— 
 Austere but just, they contemplate the end 
 To which the current of events must tend. 
 Self-confidence has taught them to forbear, 
 And in the vastness of their strength, they spare. 
 Armed with impunity, for one in vain 
 Resists a nation, they let others reign. 
 
 G.W.M. REYNOLDS. 


 






Written by Vernon Scannell | Create an image from this poem

Wife Killer

 He killed his wife at night.
He had tried once or twice in the daylight But she refused to die.
In darkness the deed was done, Not crudely with a hammer-hard gun Or strangler's black kid gloves on.
She just ceased being alive, Not there to interfere or connive, Linger, leave or arrive.
It seemed almost as though Her death was quite normal and no Clue to his part would show.
So then, with impunity, He called up that buttocky beauty He had so long longed to see All covering gone: the double Joggle of warm weighty bubbles Was sweet delirious trouble.
And all night, all night he enjoyed her; Such sport in her smooth dimpled water; Then daylight came like a warder.
And he rose and went down to the larder Where the mouse-trap again had caught a Piece of stale gorgonzola.
His wife wore her large woollen feet.
She said that he was late And asked what he wanted to eat, But said nothing about the murder--- And who, after all, could have told her? He said that he fancied a kipper.

Book: Shattered Sighs