Julius Caesar
I sometimes tire of daily news as dry exchanges
I peruse; I long to quit this sordid grind and seek a
tonic for the mind___to single out some classic, old,
wherein a wondrous tale is told of knights and wars
and mountain steeps and castles with their donjon
keeps.
Last night while ruminating round, upon the
mantelpiece ! found some mental fodder, cut and
dried, which told how Julius Caesar died.
This Caesar was a Roman bold, who from his
wars brought slaves and gold. Now certain knockers
in the land united in a secret band and plotted how
to take his life, but fair Calphurnia, Caesar's wife, in
some way seemed to get a nudge that someone owes
her man a grudge, that Brutus, Cassius, and the rest
would stab him through his fancy vest. And Caesar,
musing on the way, thus to Marc Antony did say:
"Now, mark you, Marc, yon Cassius, mien; he is
too long and lank and lean. Give me big men who
sleep o' night, whose waistbands are extremely
tight." Thus portliness he did defend and proved
himself the Fat Man's friend.
The wary crew soon laid their plan and waited
long to get their man. "He is ambitious," Brutus
said; though thrice had Caesar shook his head, and
thrice the crown he did refuse. They murmured:
"Don't it beat the deuce? Did'st ever hear of such a
thing? He does not want the job of King. Perhaps
he seeks a higher place and thinks ere long to be the
Ace."
And so they shouted Caesar's name and ran their
daggers through his frame, till at their feet he fell
and died and they at last, were satisfied.
Marc Antony was Caesar's friend and got sweet
vengeance in the end and all of those who wrought
his doom, ere long had scooted up the flume.
Verdigris Valley Verse
Albert Stroud
(Coffeyville, Kansas: The Journal Press. 1917)
Pages 82-83
I find the poem to be very interesting. The author uses many personal slangs and personality in it. He is standing in his home,wanting to remember a tale of classical. By the fire he stood and on the mantle an object stood out to him. He began reminiscing the tales of Julius Caesar, the "early" Roman king.
The poem begins describing why the people love him. He brings gold and slaves to Rome, along with most importantly, victory. The author describes how Calphurnia knows he will be stabbed. But the most interesting part of the poem arrives during the stabbing. After Caesar was dead, the men rose to their feet.
"Marc Antony was Caesar's friend and got sweet
vengeance in the end and all of those who wrought
his doom, ere long had scooted up the flume"
~JaMarcus


