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Showing posts with label Poet: Owen Meredith. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poet: Owen Meredith. Show all posts

Lucile: Part 1, Canto 2 -- Owen Meredith

Guest poem submitted by Vijay:
(Poem #1461) Lucile: Part 1, Canto 2
 We may live without poetry, music and art;
 We may live without conscience and live without heart;
 We may live without friends; we may live without books;
 But civilized man can not live without cooks.
 He may live without books, -- what is knowledge but grieving?
 He may live without hope,  -- what is hope but deceiving?
 He may live without love,  -- what is passion but pining?
 But where is the man that can live without dining?
-- Owen Meredith
The next time I am confronted with a "Do you eat to live or live to
eat?" debate/lecture, I know what I am going to say!

Owen Meredith is the pseudonym of Edward Robert Bulwer-Lytton, son of
Edward George Bulwer-Lytton the novelist. The son was a diplomat and a
poet. The father was a novelist, author of the novel "Paul Clifford",
famous for its opening line:

"It was a dark and stormy night and the rain fell in torrents -- except
at occasional intervals, when it was checked by a violent gust of wind
which swept up the streets (for it is in London that our scene lies),
rattling along the housetops, and fiercely agitating the scanty flame of
the lamps that struggled against the darkness."

Check out http://www.bulwer-lytton.com/ for the Bulwer-Lytton fiction
contest.

Vijay.