A Handy Mole
Christina Rossetti
(1830 - 1894)
To excavate his vaulted hovel,
While hard at work met in mid-furrow
An Earthworm boring out his burrow.
Our Mole had dined and must grow thinner
Before he gulped a second dinner,
And on no other terms cared he
To meet a worm of low degree.
The Mole turned on his blindest eye
Passing that base mechanic by;
The Worm entrenched in actual blindness
Ignored or kindness or unkindness;
Each wrought his own exclusive tunnel
To reach his own exclusive funnel.
A plough its flawless track pursuing
Involved them in one common ruin.
Where now the mine and countermine,
The dined-on and the one to dine?
The impartial ploughshare of extinction
Annulled them all without distinction.
Such a dear fable!
ReplyDeleteDeep :) Thanks for sharing!
ReplyDeleteAn ode to a mole. Very entertaining!
ReplyDeleteI love Christina Rossetti....and your drawing is the perfect accompaniment!
ReplyDelete♥ Robin ♥
A great poem & illustration. Your post came up as a related post on my Wordpress.com post editor as I was writing my Mole post for tomorrow, so I thought I'd stop on by & say Hi
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