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Do Not George Gently


06.21.14 Posted in today's words, Uncategorized by

Paul Strohm’s most recent poem to appear here was I Remember It Well. Sort of (May 2014).

Do Not George Gently
By Paul Strohm

Do not George Gently into that good night,
Miss Marple should burn and rave at close of day;
Poirot, Poirot against the dying of the light.

Though Sherlock Holmes at his end knows dark is right
Because Peter Wimsey’s word had forked no lightning they
Do not George Gently into that good night.

Maigret, the last wave by, crying how bright
His frail deeds might have Campion in a green bay,
Poirot, Poirot against the dying of the light.

Wallander, who caught and sang the sun in flight
And learned, too late, he Roderick Alleyn it on his way,
Do not George Gently into that good night.

Philip Marlowe, near death, who sees with blinding sight
Blind eyes could Modesty Blaise like and be gay,
Poirot, Poirot against the dying of the light.

And you, Kinsey Millhone, there on that sad height,
Curse, bless me know with your Sam Spade eyes, I pray
Do not George Gently into that good night.
Poirot, Poirot against the dying of the light.

 



2 Responses to “Do Not George Gently”

  1. Jean says:

    Wow! Not only hilarious, but erudite and well written!

    Thank you for a great poem!

  2. Stan says:

    A fun poem, with a mysterious bent. :D Enjoyed it.