Best Poems - Fame

O talk not to me of a name great in story;
The days of our youth are the days of our glory;
And the myrtle and ivy of sweet two-and-twenty
Are worth all your laurels, though ever so plenty.

What are garlands and crowns to the brow that is wrinkled?
‘Tis but as a dead flower with May-dew besprinkled:
Then away with all such from the head that is hoary—
What care I for the wreaths that can only give glory?

Oh Fame!—if I e’er took delight in thy praises,
‘Twas less for the sake of thy high-sounding phrases,
Than to see the bright eyes of the dear one discover
She thought that I was not unworthy to love her.

There chiefly I sought thee, there only I found thee;
Her glance was the best of the rays that surround thee;
When it sparkled o’er aught that was bright in my story,
I knew it was love, and I felt it was glory.”

“I gave myself the Nobel Prize for Literature—
Without the check—and also the
Medal of Freedom.  I deserved both
of them; & now I have them”

“I’m Nobody! Who are you?
Are you—Nobody—too?
Then there’s a pair of us!
Don’t tell! they’d banish us—you know!

How dreary—to be—Somebody!
How public—like a Frog—
To tell your name—the livelong June—
To an admiring Bog!”

“What no one understands
is when you get off a plane
you have to urinate

They are glad to see
You
You are glad
They are glad
But
You have to move
toward The Woman’s Room

Just one picture
for my sister she
won’t believe it

You still have a place to go to

You smile

You have already taken your dollar out
for the lady who cleans

Just one more for my cousin

Yes you finally say but
I have to Pee

Will you sign just one book?”