Two Short Poems
"A stubborn, barbarous race ! " the alien vows : " Shopkeepers, mutes, dull rural sheep and cows I Blinded to Art ;. sans wit, esprit and ton; Gauche lackeys, yawning at Life's gay Salon ! "
" So be it, Monsieur. Not all Shakespeares we !- But may not a language whisper of Poetry ? A dialect, of not inglorious ghosts ?
Ay, and had Jourdain scanned our fingerposts 7 "