Friday, March 12, 2010
Poetry Friday - Top 'O The Mornin' To Ya!
Or in my case, afternoon. St. Patrick’s Day is coming up on March 17th, and if you’re from South Boston, it’s a pretty big holiday. Everyone in town is suddenly Irish, the world turns green, and beer - also green for the day - takes on extraordinary importance. So in honor of St. Patrick’s Day, I’d like to offer up a poem about beer by an Irish author and poet, James Stephens.
A GLASS OF BEER
The lanky hank of a she in the inn over there
Nearly killed me for asking the loan of a glass of beer;
May the devil grip the whey-faced slut by the hair,
And beat bad manners out of her skin for a year.
That parboiled ape, with the toughest jaw you will see
On virtue’s path, and a voice that would rasp the dead,
Came roaring and raging the minute she looked at me,
And threw me out of the house on the back of my head!
If I asked her master, he’d give me a cask a day;
But she, with the beer at hand, not a gill would arrange!
May she marry a ghost and bear him a kitten, and may
The High King of Glory permit her to get the mange.
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