Monday, April 06, 2015

Poem: Darkling by P.G. Wodehouse

Thanks to Plumptopia, I have rediscovered this gem of a poem by the great P.G. Wodehouse, or more accurately by the fictional Lancelot Mulliner in "Meet Mr Mulliner". Mulliner pens the piece when his Uncle asks for a poem to promote 'Brigg's Breakfast Pickle'.

My favourite line is 'I am a worm that wriggles in a swamp of Disillusionment'.

Just wonderful.

DARKLING (A Threnody)
By L. BASSINGTON MULLINER
(Copyright in all languages, including the Scandinavian)


Black branches,
Like a corpse’s withered hands,
Waving against the blacker sky:
Chill winds,
Bitter like the tang of half-remembered sins;
Bats wheeling mournfully through the air,
And on the ground
Worms,
Toads,
Frogs,
And nameless creeping things;
And all around
Desolation,
Doom,
Dyspepsia,
And Despair.
I am a bat that wheels through the air of Fate;
I am a worm that wriggles in a swamp of Disillusionment;
I am a despairing toad;
I have got dyspepsia.

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