“Aberrantry” by H.R. Barbor


Go forth, my song's antithesis,

Make a loud claim, acclaim your claim

Beyond the Word's periphrasis.

Perchance unwisdom, sensing this,

Shall turn again Whittington-wise

And, with indefinite surmise

Born of impertinence, find tame

Toys modelled of logic and of sense—

Mechanic toys that toy with sense

As with a painted cocoanut

Carved to the feature of its butt.

Pay her no homage. She'd reject

Homage, homage came of age

And struts and fawns and apes a rage

That simian prototypes affect.


Nor ask what you would have. She turns

Grief to a grin and grins to growls,

Twirling the whirligig bright prism,

And while Sir Malkin throatily howls :

" Mi-aw, Mi-aw, my own adored,"

Trolling his pussy-catechism,

He far outleaps the solecism


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H.R. Barbor's poem "Aberrantry" was published in 1921 in the sixth cycle of the Wheels anthology. To read the poem in full in a digitized version of this publication, follow the link(s) below:


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