A Poem By Henry Lawson
Posted: Wed Nov 03, 2010 7:05 pm
I didn't quite know where to put this one so I hope this is OK.
A member of Illawarra Breakfast Poets, at the gathering this morning, introduced this by saying - He found a book of Henry Lawson's work at the recent Life Line Book Sale. When he read this poem he immediately thought of me. I'm not sure if I am flattered or insulted but in case anyone else hasn't read this before I thought you may get a chuckle...
My Literary Friend
© Henry Lawson
Once I wrote a little poem that I thought was very fine
And I showed the printer’s copy to a critic friend of mine,
First he praised the thing a little, then he found a little fault;
“The ideas are good,” he muttered, “but the rhythm seems to halt.”
So I straightened up the rhythm where he marked it with his pen.
And I copied it and showed it to my clever friend again.
“You’ve improved the metre greatly, but the rhymes are bad,” he said
As he read it slowly, scratching surplus wisdom from his head.
So I worked as he suggested (I believe in taking time),
And I burnt the midnight taper while I straightened up the rhyme.
“It is better now,” he muttered “you go on and you’ll succeed,
It has got a ring about it – the ideas are what you need.”
So I worked for hours upon it (I go on when I commence)
And I kept in view the rhythm and the jingle and the sense,
And I copied it and took it to my solemn friend once more –
It reminded him of something he had somewhere read before!
. . . . . .
Now the people say I’d never put such horrors into print
If I wasn’t too conceited to accept a friendly hint,
And my dearest friends are certain that I’d profit in the end
If I’d always show my copy to a literary friend.
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A member of Illawarra Breakfast Poets, at the gathering this morning, introduced this by saying - He found a book of Henry Lawson's work at the recent Life Line Book Sale. When he read this poem he immediately thought of me. I'm not sure if I am flattered or insulted but in case anyone else hasn't read this before I thought you may get a chuckle...
My Literary Friend
© Henry Lawson
Once I wrote a little poem that I thought was very fine
And I showed the printer’s copy to a critic friend of mine,
First he praised the thing a little, then he found a little fault;
“The ideas are good,” he muttered, “but the rhythm seems to halt.”
So I straightened up the rhythm where he marked it with his pen.
And I copied it and showed it to my clever friend again.
“You’ve improved the metre greatly, but the rhymes are bad,” he said
As he read it slowly, scratching surplus wisdom from his head.
So I worked as he suggested (I believe in taking time),
And I burnt the midnight taper while I straightened up the rhyme.
“It is better now,” he muttered “you go on and you’ll succeed,
It has got a ring about it – the ideas are what you need.”
So I worked for hours upon it (I go on when I commence)
And I kept in view the rhythm and the jingle and the sense,
And I copied it and took it to my solemn friend once more –
It reminded him of something he had somewhere read before!
. . . . . .
Now the people say I’d never put such horrors into print
If I wasn’t too conceited to accept a friendly hint,
And my dearest friends are certain that I’d profit in the end
If I’d always show my copy to a literary friend.
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