When the Festal Board, as the papers say,
Groans ‘neath the weight of a lot to eat,
At breakfast, Frūhstūck or déjeuner,
(As a bard tri-lingual I’m rather neat)
At breakfast, then, if I may repeat,
This is what gets me into a huff,
This is a query I cannot beat:
Why don’t they ever have spoons enough?
I’ve broken my [...]
“When dress’d, I to the yard repair,
And breakfast on the pure, fresh air:
But though this choice Castalian cheer
Keeps both the head and stomach clear,
For reasons strong enough with me,
I mend the meal with toast and tea.
Now air and fame, as poets sing,
Are both the same, the self-same thing: [...]
Red barns and red heifers spot the green
grass circles around Omaha—the farmers
haul tanks of cream and wagon loads of
Shale hogbacks across the river at Council
Bluffs—and shanties hang by an eyelash to
the hill slants back around Omaha.
A span of steel ties up the kin of Iowa and
Nebraska across the yellow, [...]
Breakfast! come to breakfast!
Little ones and all,—
How their merry footsteps
Patter at the call!
Break the bread; pour freely
Milk that cream-like flows;
A blessing on their appetites
And on their lips of rose.
Breakfast! summer breakfast!
Throw the casement high,
And catch the warblers’ carol
On glad wing glancing by.
Set flowers upon your table [...]
My Pa he eats his breakfast in a funny sort of
We hardly ever see him at the first meal of the
Ma puts his food before him and he settles in
An’ then he props the paper up and we can’t
see his face;
We hear him blow his coffee and we hear him
The law says you and I belong to each other, George.
The law says you are mine and I am yours, George.
And there are a million miles of white snowstorms, a
million furnaces of hell,
Between the chair where you sit and the chair where
The law says two strangers shall eat breakfast together