1136. What Is The Opposite Of A Prince? - Richard Wilber

What is the opposite of a Prince?

 A frog must be the answer, since,

As all good fairy stories tell,

When some witch says a magic spell,

Causing the prince to be disguised

So that he won’t be recognized,

He always ends up green and sad

And sitting on a lily pad.

1135. Party Preparations - Posidippus (About 273 BC)

     Translated from the Greek by Barton Raffel

  (nothing changes)

We’ll be four, each with his woman.

Eight’s too many for one keg of wine.

Go tell Aristus the keg I bought

Is only half full, a gallon short, maybe two

Or even more. Hurry!

They’re coming at five.

1134. Symphony in Yellow - Oscar Wilde

An omnibus across the bridge

   Crawls like a yellow butterfly,

  And, here and there, a passer-by

Shows like a little restless midge

Big barges full of yellow hay

   Are moored against the shadowy wharf,

  And, like a yellow silken scarf,

The thick fog hangs along the quay.

The yellow leaves begin to fade

   And flutter from the Temple elms,

   And at my feet the pale green Thames

Lies like a rod of rippled jade.

1133. Meeting At Night - Robert Browning

 The grey sea and the long black land,

And the yellow half-moon large and low, 

And the startled little waves that leap

In fiery ringlets from their sleep,

As I gain the cove with pushing prow,

And quench its speeed in the slushy sand.

Then a mile of warm sea-sented beach;

Three fields to cross till a farm appears;

A tap at the pane, the quick sharp stratch,

And blue spurt of a lighted match,

And a voice less loud, through its joys and fears,

Than the two hearts beating each to each.!