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Written by James Tate | Create an image from this poem

My Felisberto

 My felisberto is handsomer than your mergotroid,
although, admittedly, your mergotroid may be the wiser of the two. 
Whereas your mergotroid never winces or quails, 
my felisberto is a titan of inconsistencies.
For a night of wit and danger and temptation 
my felisberto would be the obvious choice.
However, at dawn or dusk when serenity is desired 
your mergotroid cannot be ignored.
Merely to sit near it in the garden
and watch the fabrications of the world swirl by, 
the deep-sea's bathymetry wash your eyes, 
not to mention the little fawns of the forest 
and their flip-floppy gymnastics, ah, for this 
and so much more your mergotroid is infinitely preferable. 
But there is a place for darkness and obscurity 
without which life can sometimes seem too much, 
too frivolous and too profound simultaneously, 
and that is when my felisberto is needed, 
is longed for and loved, and then the sun can rise again. 
The bee and the hummingbird drink of the world, 
and your mergotroid elaborates the silent concert 
that is always and always about to begin.


Written by Ogden Nash | Create an image from this poem

The Joyous Malingerer

 Who is the happy husband? Why, indeed,
'Tis he who's useless in the time of need;
Who, asked to unclasp a bracelet or a neckless,
Contrives to be utterly futile, fumbling, feckless,
Or when a zipper nips his loved one's back
Cannot restore the zipper to its track.
Another time, not wishing to be flayed,
She will not use him as a lady's maid.

Stove-wise he's the perpetual backward learner
Who can't turn on or off the proper burner.
If faced with washing up he never gripes,
But simply drops more dishes than he wipes.
She finds his absence preferable to his aid,
And thus all mealtime chores doth he evade.

He can, attempting to replace a fuse,
Black out the coast from Boston to Newport News,
Or, hanging pictures, be the rookie wizard
Who fills the parlor with a plaster blizzard.
He'll not again be called to competition
With decorator or with electrician.

At last it dawns upon his patient spouse
He's better at his desk than round the house.
Written by Edward Taylor | Create an image from this poem

My Felisberto

 My felisberto is handsomer than your mergotroid,
although, admittedly, your mergotroid may be the wiser of the two. 
Whereas your mergotroid never winces or quails, 
my felisberto is a titan of inconsistencies.
For a night of wit and danger and temptation 
my felisberto would be the obvious choice.
However, at dawn or dusk when serenity is desired 
your mergotroid cannot be ignored.
Merely to sit near it in the garden
and watch the fabrications of the world swirl by, 
the deep-sea's bathymetry wash your eyes, 
not to mention the little fawns of the forest 
and their flip-floppy gymnastics, ah, for this 
and so much more your mergotroid is infinitely preferable. 
But there is a place for darkness and obscurity 
without which life can sometimes seem too much, 
too frivolous and too profound simultaneously, 
and that is when my felisberto is needed, 
is longed for and loved, and then the sun can rise again. 
The bee and the hummingbird drink of the world, 
and your mergotroid elaborates the silent concert 
that is always and always about to begin.
Written by Omar Khayyam | Create an image from this poem

A cup of wine is better than the kingdom of Kawous,

A cup of wine is better than the kingdom of Kawous,
and preferable to Kobad's throne or to the realm of
Thous. The sighs to which, at dawn, a lover is the prey
are sweeter than the groans of praying hypocrites.
Written by Omar Khayyam | Create an image from this poem

A cup of wine is worth a hundred hearts, a hundred

A cup of wine is worth a hundred hearts, a hundred
creeds, a mouthful of this juice divine is worth the Empire
of China. What is there, truly, on the earth preferable
to wine? It is a bitter that is a hundred times
sweeter than life.


Written by Omar Khayyam | Create an image from this poem

O my King! how can such a man as I, finding himself

O my King! how can such a man as I, finding himself
in the season of roses, in the midst of joyous society,
surrounded by wine, by dancers, remain a passive spectator?
Oh! to find oneself in a garden with a flask of
wine and a lute are things preferable to Paradise with
its houris and its Koocer.
Written by Omar Khayyam | Create an image from this poem

A mouthful of old wine is of more worth than a new

A mouthful of old wine is of more worth than a new
empire. The wise man will reject all that is not wine.
A cup of this nectar is a hundred times preferable to
the kingdom of Feridoun. The lid which covers the wine-jar
is more precious than the diadem of Kai-Khosrou.
Written by Omar Khayyam | Create an image from this poem

Since the day when Venus and the moon appeared in

Since the day when Venus and the moon appeared in
the sky, no one has seen anything here below preferable
to ruby wine. I am truly astonished at the wine-merchants,
for how can they buy anything superior to
that which they sell?

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