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Poems versus Peanuts

My love brings poems Thursday nights
And peanuts every Monday;
He writes from early morn till eve,
Except, of course, on Sunday.

He sings of sweetness long drawn out,
Of hopes cut through the middle,
And once he tried to weave in rhyme
The hoary Sphinx’s riddle.
He’s very gay, then taciturn,
And scathingly sardonic
When poetizing Plato’s school—
(That’s where we get “platonic”).

For themes he scours the country through
From ‘Cisco’s bay to Fundy’s,
But really, if the truth were told,
I’d rather see him Mondays.

— DeWitt C. Lockwood (Century Magazine, 1890)

My Dearest Foe

October 1890
I can’t say why, except that man,
Since Adam, will do what he shouldn’t;
While others thought Miss D. so nice,
I couldn’t.

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