Best Famous Squalling Poems

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Written by Ted Hughes | Work and Play The swallow of summer, she toils all the summer, A blue-dark knot of glittering voltage, A whiplash swimmer, a fish of the air. But the serpent of cars that crawls through the dust In shimmering exhaust Searching to slake Its fever in ocean Will play and be idle or else it will bust. The swallow of summer, the barbed harpoon, She flings from the furnace, a rainbow of purples, Dips her glow in the pond and is perfect. But the serpent of cars that collapsed on the beach Disgorges its organs A scamper of colours Which roll like tomatoes Nude as tomatoes With sand in their creases To cringe in the sparkle of rollers and screech. The swallow of summer, the seamstress of summer, She scissors the blue into shapes and she sews it, She draws a long thread and she knots it at the corners. But the holiday people Are laid out like wounded Flat as in ovens Roasting and basting With faces of torment as space burns them blue Their heads are transistors Their teeth grit on sand grains Their lost kids are squalling While man-eating flies Jab electric shock needles but what can they do? They can climb in their cars with raw bodies, raw faces And start up the serpent And headache it homeward A car full of squabbles And sobbing and stickiness With sand in their crannies Inhaling petroleum That pours from the foxgloves While the evening swallow The swallow of summer, cartwheeling through crimson, Touches the honey-slow river and turning Returns to the hand stretched from under the eaves - A boomerang of rejoicing shadow.

Written by Paul Laurence Dunbar | To Dan STEP me now a bridal measure, Work give way to love and leisure, Hearts be free and hearts be gay -- Doctor Dan doth wed to-day. Diagnosis, cease your squalling -- Check that scalpel's senseless bawling, Put that ugly knife away -- Doctor Dan doth wed to-day. 'Tis no time for things unsightly, Life's the day and life goes lightly; Science lays aside her sway-- Love rules Dr. Dan to-day. Gather, gentlemen and ladies, For the nuptial feast now made is, Swing your garlands, chant your lay For the pair who wed to-day. Wish them happy days and many, Troubles few and griefs not any, Lift your brimming cups and say God bless them who wed to-day. Then a cup to Cupid daring, Who for conquest ever faring, With his arrows dares assail E'en a doctor's coat of mail. So with blithe and happy hymning And with harmless goblets brimming, Dance a step -- musicians play -- Doctor Dan doth wed to-day.

Written by William Henry Davies | The Moon The moon has a face like the clock in the hall; She shines on thieves on the garden wall, On streets and fields and harbour quays, And birdies asleep in the forks of the trees. The squalling cat and the squeaking mouse, The howling dog by the door of the house, The bat that lies in bed at noon, All love to be out by the light of the moon. But all of the things that belong to the day Cuddle to sleep to be out of her way; And flowers and children close their eyes Till up in the morning the sun shall arise.

Written by Mary Darby Robinson | Mistress Gurtons Cat Old MISTRESS GURTON had a Cat, A Tabby, loveliest of the race, Sleek as a doe, and tame, and fat With velvet paws, and whisker'd face; The Doves of VENUS not so fair, Nor JUNO'S Peacocks half so grand As MISTRESS GURTON'S Tabby rare, The proudest of the purring band; So dignified in all her paces-- She seem'd, a pupil of the Graces! There never was a finer creature In all the varying whims of Nature! All liked Grimalkin, passing well! Save MISTRESS GURTON, and, 'tis said, She oft with furious ire would swell, When, through neglect or hunger keen, Puss, with a pilfer'd scrap, was seen, Swearing beneath the pent-house shed: For, like some fav'rites, she was bent On all things, yet with none content; And still, whate'er her place or diet, She could not pick her bone, in quiet. Sometimes, new milk GRIMALKIN stole, And sometimes--over-set the bowl! For over eagerness will prove, Oft times the bane of what we love; And sometimes, to her neighbour's home, GRIMALKIN, like a thief would roam, Teaching poor Cats, of humbler kind, For high example sways the mind! Sometimes she paced the garden wall, Thick guarded by the shatter'd pane, And lightly treading with disdain, Fear'd not Ambition's certain fall! Old China broke, or scratch'd her Dame And brought domestic friends to shame! And many a time this Cat was curst, Of squalling, thieving things, the worst! Wish'd Dead ! and menanc'd with a string, For Cats of such scant Fame, deserv'd to swing! One day, report, for ever busy, Resolv'd to make Dame Gurton easy; A Neighbour came, with solemn look, And thus, the dismal tidings broke. "Know you, that poor GRIMALKIN died "Last night, upon the pent-house side? "I heard her for assistance call; "I heard her shrill and dying squall! "I heard her, in reproachful tone, "Pour, to the stars, her feeble groan! "Alone, I heard her piercing cries-- "With not a Friend to close her Eyes!" "Poor Puss ! I vow it grieves me sore, "Never to see thy beauties more! "Never again to hear thee purr, "To stroke thy back, of Zebra fur; "To see thy emral'd eyes--so bright, "Flashing around their lust'rous light "Amid the solemn shades of night! "Methinks I see her pretty paws-- "As gracefully she paced along; "I hear her voice, so shrill, among "The chimney rows ! I see her claws, "While, like a Tyger, she pursued "Undauntedly the pilf'ring race; "I see her lovely whisker'd face "When she her nimble prey subdued! "And then, how she would frisk, and play, "And purr the Evening hours away: "Now stretch'd beside the social fire; "Now on the sunny lawn, at noon, "Watching the vagrant Birds that flew, "Across the scene of varied hue, "To peck the Fruit. Or when the Moon "Stole o'er the hills, in silv'ry suit, "How would she chaunt her lovelorn Tale "Soft as the wild Eolian Lyre! "'Till ev'ry brute, on hill, in dale, "Listen'd with wonder mute!" "O! Cease!" exclaim'd DAME GURTON, straight, "Has my poor Puss been torn away? "Alas ! how cruel is my fate, "How shall I pass the tedious day? "Where can her mourning mistress find "So sweet a Cat? so meek! so kind! "So keen a mouser, such a beauty, "So orderly, so fond, so true, "That every gentle task of duty "The dear, domestic creature knew! "Hers, was the mildest tend'rest heart! "She knew no little cattish art; "Not cross, like fav'rite Cats , was she "But seem'd the queen of Cats to be! "I cannot live--since doom'd, alas ! to part "From poor GRIMALKIN kind, the darling of my heart!" And now DAME GURTON, bath'd in tears, With a black top-knot vast, appears: Some say that a black gown she wore, As many oft have done before, For Beings, valued less, I ween, Than this, of Tabby Cats, the fav'rite Queen! But lo ! soon after, one fair day, Puss, who had only been a roving-- Across the pent-house took her way, To see her Dame, so sad, and loving; Eager to greet the mourning fair She enter'd by a window, where A China bowl of luscious cream Was quiv'ring in the sunny beam. Puss, who was somewhat tired and dry, And somewhat fond of bev'rage sweet; Beholding such a tempting treat, Resolved its depth to try. She saw the warm and dazzling ray Upon the spotless surface play: She purr'd around its circle wide, And gazed, and long'd, and mew'd and sigh'd! But Fate, unfriendly, did that hour controul, She overset the cream, and smash'd the gilded bowl! As MISTRESS GURTON heard the thief, She started from her easy chair, And, quite unmindful of her grief, Began aloud to swear! "Curse that voracious beast!" she cried, "Here SUSAN bring a cord-- I'll hang the vicious, ugly creature-- "The veriest plague e'er form'd by nature!" And MISTRESS GURTON kept her word-- And Poor GRIMALKIN--DIED ! Thus, often, we with anguish sore The dead , in clam'rous grief deplore; Who, were they once alive again Would meet the sting of cold disdain! For FRIENDS, whom trifling faults can sever, Are valued most , WHEN LOST FOR EVER!

Written by Andrew Barton Paterson | White Cockatoos Now the autumn maize is growing, Now the corn-cob fills, Where the Little River flowing Winds among the hills. Over mountain peaks outlying Clear against the blue Comes a scout in silence flying, One white cockatoo. Back he goes to where the meeting Waits among the trees. Says, "The corn is fit for eating; Hurry, if you please. " Skirmishers, their line extendiing, Shout the joyful news; Down they drop like snow descending, Clouds of cockatoos. At their husking competition Hear them screech and yell. On a gum tree's high position Sits a sentinel. Soon the boss goes boundary riding; But the wise old bird, Mute among the branches hiding, Never says a word. Then you hear the strident squalling: "Here's the boss's son, Through the garden bushes crawling, Crawling with a gun. May the shiny cactus bristles Fill his soul with woe; May his knees get full of thistles. Brothers, let us go. " Old Black Harry sees them going, Sketches Nature's plan: "That one cocky too much knowing, All same Chinaman. One eye shut and one eye winkin' -- Never shut the two; Chinaman go dead, me thinkin', Jump up cockatoo. "

Written by Paul Laurence Dunbar | TO DAN Step me now a bridal measure, Work give way to love and leisure, Hearts be free and hearts be gay— Doctor Dan doth wed to-day. Diagnosis, cease your squalling— Check that scalpel's senseless bawling, Put that ugly knife away— Doctor Dan doth wed to-day. 'Tis no time for things unsightly, Life's the day and life goes lightly; Science lays aside her sway— Love rules Dr. Dan to-day.[Pg 249] Gather, gentlemen and ladies, For the nuptial feast now made is, Swing your garlands, chant your lay For the pair who wed to-day. Wish them happy days and many, Troubles few and griefs not any, Lift your brimming cups and say God bless them who wed to-day. Then a cup to Cupid daring, Who for conquest ever faring, With his arrows dares assail E'en a doctor's coat of mail. So with blithe and happy hymning And with harmless goblets brimming, Dance a step—musicians play— Doctor Dan doth wed to-day.