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ROBERT BROWNING’S POETRY
Robert Browning
“
Soliloquy of the Spanish
Cloister
”
Complete Text
Gr-r-r
—
there go, my heart’s abhorrence!
Water your damned flower-pots, do!
If hate killed men, Brother
Lawrence,
God’s blood, would not mine
kill you!
What? your
myrtle-bush wants trimming?
Oh,
that rose has prior claims
—
Needs its leaden vase
filled brimming?
Hell dry you up
with its flames!
At the
meal we sit together;
Salve tibi! I
must hear
Wise talk of the
kind of weather,
Sort of season,
time of year:
Not a
plenteous cork-crop: scarcely
Dare we hope oak-galls, I doubt;
What’s the Latin name for
“parsley?”
What’s the Greek name for
Swine’s Snout?
Whew! We’ll
have our platter burnished,
Laid with care on our own shelf!
With a fire-
new
spoon we’re furnished,
And a goblet
for ourself,
Rinsed like
something sacrificial
Ere ’tis fit to
touch our chaps —
Marked with L. for our initial!
(He-he! There his lily snaps!)
Saint, forsooth! While
brown Dolores
Squats outside the Convent
bank
With Sanchicha,
telling stories,
Steeping
tresses in the tank,
Blue-
black, lustrous, thick like horsehairs,
—
Can’t I see his
dead eye glow,
Bright as
’twere a Barbary corsair’s?
(That is, if he’d let it
show!
)
When he
finishes refection,
Knife and fork
he never lays
Cross-wise,
to my recollection,
As do I, in
Jesu’s praise.
I the
Trinity illustrate,
Drinking
watered orange-pulp
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