Philistines, grocerymen,
All the while you would caress
Your wives
Dreaming of the little ones
That your vulgar appetites
Engender.
You would think: they will be
Clean shaven, stoutly built
Lawyers.
But getting your just deserts,
One day you do see arrive
On earth.
Children you did not want
Who grow up to become hairy
Poets.
You did think: they will be
Clean shaven, stoutly built
Lawyers.
But getting your just deserts,
One day you do see arrive
On earth.
Children you did not want,
Who grow up to become most hairy
Poets.
—Jean Richepin (Chanson des Cloches de Baptême, 1876)
"Nobody who lived through the '50s thought the '60s could've existed.
ReplyDeleteSo there's always hope."
—Tuli Kupferberg