• November 18, 2009 |

    Brown in Poetry: Excerpts

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    Stopping by Jo’s on a Snowy Evening, Robert Frost

    Whose fries these are I think I know,

    His dorm is off in Pembroke though

    He will not see my stopping here

    To snatch his golden fries from Jo’s

    The guy from BuDS must think it queer

    To stop without the SciLi near

    Between the drinks and frozen treats

    The darkest evening of the year.

    He lets our eyes awkwardly meet

    As fries lose their precious heat

    The only other sound’s the beep

    Of car horns out on Thayer Street

    The fries are lovely, hot and cheap.

    But I have promises to keep,

    And pages to write before I sleep,

    And pages to write before I sleep.

    The Rave in New Dorm, Edgar Allen Poe

    Once upon a midnight blurry, Dancing in ecstatic hurry,

    Over many a quaint and curious track on the sweaty dance floor,

    The beat I nodded, also clapping, suddenly there came a tapping,

    As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my New Dorm door.

    `’Tis some visitor,’ I muttered, `tapping at my New Dorm door –

    Not DPS, and nothing more.’

    Jose at the Rat’, Ernest Lawrence Thayer (do we need é in his name?)

    The Outlook wasn’t brilliant for Roots and Shoots to go:

    The line ran out the door, with five minutes before close.

    And then when Gail ceased swiping, and Fatima stopped and sat,

    A sickly silence fell upon the patrons of the Rat’.

    Oh, somewhere in this favored land the sun is shining bright;

    The band is playing somewhere, and somewhere hearts are light,

    And somewhere men are eating, and plates somewhere overflow;

    But there is no joy on Wriston – mighty Jose swipes too slow.