Poems by Irving Fiske (two "Poems of Truth"--
Mothers"
"Mothers are a worthy institution /In every earthly nation.
If it wasn't for them there'd be a diminution/In the population."
"Sex"
"Sex is divided into two sections/that come together in several connections. Connections legal and illicit:/ If we didn't have sex, I bet we'd
miss it."
One "Poem of Beauty"
ODE TO A CHOCOLATE SODA
When I consider how my days are spent
In yearning for a liquid that's dark brown
Upon its sparkling bubbles all intent
In every chocolate soda stand in town,
I lift my glass again to drink it down,
While gloomy thoughts my unquiet soul derange
Of ordering a strawberry soda for a change.
But then the glass aglow with velvet sheen
Before my eyes recaptures old delight
Its cool and sudden touch all thoughts unclean
All imaginings unhallowed banish quite
As dark, oppressive skies of blackest night
Are banished by the morning's eastern hue--
To my old love I drink my love anew.
Like as the mists wind-borne towards heaven ascend,
So do the bubbles swirling upwards stream.
Each upon the other hastening to its end
In tiny bursts of splendor where the ice cream,
Chocolate, too, in flavor, fluffy as a dream,
Floating crowns the liquid, nectar for a king,
Fresh and sweet and cool, good like anything!
Ah, were mine the glory, mine the final power
With all the elements to do with as I please,
I'd make SUCH a chocolate soda, from all the seven seas,
To reach from Earth to Venus, from Venus back to Mars,
Cooled for my drinking by Heaven's frozen stars!
Since I am but mortal, slave to space and time,
I reach into my pocket, and fish out another dime."
Probably written in Greenwich Village in the 1940s...
(After John Keats)
By Irving Fiske
Mothers"
"Mothers are a worthy institution /In every earthly nation.
If it wasn't for them there'd be a diminution/In the population."
"Sex"
"Sex is divided into two sections/that come together in several connections. Connections legal and illicit:/ If we didn't have sex, I bet we'd
miss it."
One "Poem of Beauty"
ODE TO A CHOCOLATE SODA
When I consider how my days are spent
In yearning for a liquid that's dark brown
Upon its sparkling bubbles all intent
In every chocolate soda stand in town,
I lift my glass again to drink it down,
While gloomy thoughts my unquiet soul derange
Of ordering a strawberry soda for a change.
But then the glass aglow with velvet sheen
Before my eyes recaptures old delight
Its cool and sudden touch all thoughts unclean
All imaginings unhallowed banish quite
As dark, oppressive skies of blackest night
Are banished by the morning's eastern hue--
To my old love I drink my love anew.
Like as the mists wind-borne towards heaven ascend,
So do the bubbles swirling upwards stream.
Each upon the other hastening to its end
In tiny bursts of splendor where the ice cream,
Chocolate, too, in flavor, fluffy as a dream,
Floating crowns the liquid, nectar for a king,
Fresh and sweet and cool, good like anything!
Ah, were mine the glory, mine the final power
With all the elements to do with as I please,
I'd make SUCH a chocolate soda, from all the seven seas,
To reach from Earth to Venus, from Venus back to Mars,
Cooled for my drinking by Heaven's frozen stars!
Since I am but mortal, slave to space and time,
I reach into my pocket, and fish out another dime."
Probably written in Greenwich Village in the 1940s...
(After John Keats)
By Irving Fiske
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