Guest poem submitted by Suresh Ramasubramanian: Was re-reading "Jeeves and the Feudal Spirit" and ran across this poem by Percy Gorringe (the "bloke with side whiskers" who loves Florence Craye). He is talking with Bertie at Brinkley Manor (Aunt Dahlia's place) and they are watching a particularly fruity sunset, which Bertie describes as "being aflame with glorious technicolour" ....
(Poem #408) Caliban at Sunset
I stood with a man Watching the sun go down. The air was full of murmurous summer scents And a brave breeze sang like a bugle From a sky that smouldered in the west, A sky of crimson, amethyst, gold and sepia And blue as blue were the eyes of Helen When she sat Gazing from some high tower in Ilium Upon the Grecian tents darkling below. And he, This man who stood beside me, Gaped like some dull, half-witted animal And said, "I say, Doesn't that sunset remind you Of a slice Of underdone roast beef?"
What a lovely anticlimax - Wodehouse does it really well, using just the sort of stuff a mediocre poet would write, with all the typical conceits (florid "poetic" language, classical allusions, attempts to describe a sunset ...) and then bringing in the bit about the sky being like "underdone roast beef", which is in really good, simple English, unlike the rest of the poem. Kind of reminds me of Wordsworth's poem "Peter Bell" - something about a guy who sees only "a flower" where others see a beautiful blue primrose. I've often seen "Peter Bell" contrasted with "Daffodils", btw. Suresh.