Occasional Miscellany Number 2
b'To a Fat Lady Seen From the Train\\n\\nby Frances Cornford (1886-1960)\\n\\nO why do you walk through the fields in gloves,\\nMissing so much and so much?\\nO fat white woman whom nobody loves,\\nWhy do you walk through the fields in gloves,\\nWhen the grass is soft as the breast of doves\\nAnd shivering sweet to the touch?\\nO why do you walk through the fields in gloves,\\nMissing so much and so much?\\n\\n\\nThe Fat White Woman Speaks\\n\\nby G. K. Chesterton (1874 - 1936)\\n\\nWhy do you rush through the field in trains,\\nGuessing so much and so much?\\nWhy do you flash through the flowery meads,\\nFat-head poet that nobody reads;\\nAnd why do you know such a frightful lot\\nAbout people in gloves as such?\\nAnd how the devil can you be sure,\\nGuessing so much and so much,\\nHow do you know but what someone who loves\\nAlways to see me in nice white gloves\\nAt the end of the field you are rushing by,\\nIs waiting for his Old Dutch?\\n\\n\\nTwo Limerick by Ronald Knox\\n\\nThere was young man who said \\u2018God\\nMust think it exceedingly odd\\nIf he finds that this tree\\nContinues to be\\nWhen there\\u2019s no one about in the quad.\\u2019 \\n \\nDear Sir, Your astonishment\\u2019s odd:\\nI am always about in the quad.\\nAnd that\\u2019s why the tree\\nWill continue to be,\\nSince observed by \\n Yours faithfully, \\n God.\\n \\n\\nTwo Epigrams on Physicists\\n\\nNature and nature\'s laws lay hid in night:\\nGod said, `Let Newton be!\' and all was light.\\n\\nIt did not last: the Devil, shouting "Ho,\\nLet Einstein be" restored the status quo.\\n\\n\\nTwo Quatrains by Edna Saint Vincent Millay\\n\\nMy candle burns at both ends; \\nIt will not last the night; \\nBut, ah, my foes, and, oh, my friends\\nIt gives a lovely light.\\n\\nWas it for this I uttered prayers,\\nAnd sobbed and cursed and kicked the stairs,\\nThat now, domestic as a plate,\\nI should retire at half-past eight?'