Rude Men Are Good in Laughing
Rude Men Are Good in Laughing - meaning Summary
Resigned Pity and Self-protection
The speaker presents a weary, detached voice: he feels no human need or love but registers small compassionate impulses toward stray dogs and himself. Life’s drift has landed him in a tavern with rough companions who pawn clothes to drink. He watches a careless boy and urges him not to probe his own soul. Collecting bottle corks becomes a bleak, practical image for trying to block or seal off his inner emptiness.
Read Complete AnalysesRude men are good in laughing, Tender ones in grief are smart. Only I do need nothing, Nobody 's in my heart. Yet, for stray dogs, I feel a pity, With myself just a bit concern. My curved road through this city Brought me straight in this tavern. Here, for acute spirit shortage, Buddies, just each of us, Not once and not twice did mortgage Own pants for one full glass. I'm looking at the `window dully, And my heart is dripping sweat, While bright sunbeams only sully By fine dust the sweating street. On the street, a cute and sappy Boy, in free and easy `pose Stands, and looks extremely happy, Picking his own snotty nose. Go, go ahead, my dear, Poke there your finger whole. Hopefully, you will fear To shove like that into your soul. Believe me, it really works. Look at these bottles in a line! I am collecting their corks To plug with `them the soul of mine.
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