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Conjugation: Tense with Mood
—a verbal disagreement between the indicative
and the subjunctive
If I were all that I could be,
Perhaps I’d spend eternity
Cavorting in a field of lilies
With thoroughbred seductive fillies.
But I am just a common man,
Essentially no better than
A frog that’s never been a prince.
I shower and I always rinse
The residue of soap away
As if it were the perfect day
To take my place among the gentry
That heretofore have barred my entry
Into that posh patrician club
Above the fray—but here’s the rub:
In style and speech I tend to falter,
A plight good grammar cannot alter.
The worst of after-dinner speakers,
Decked out in T-shirt, shabby sneakers
And what might once have been blue denim,
I struggle to hold back my venom.
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C.B. Anderson was the longtime gardener for the PBS television series, The Victory Garden. Hundreds of his poems have appeared in scores of print and electronic journals out of North America, Great Britain, Ireland, Austria, Australia and India. His collection, Mortal Soup and the Blue Yonder was published in 2013 by White Violet Press.
If this were you, at least you write wonderful poems.
Yes, Roy. Who am I, and why am I here?
Kip, this is a pure delight. Perfect quatrains composed of perfect couplets!
And you have used the subjunctive four times in this poem:
1. If I were
2. Perhaps I’d [I would] spend
3. As if it were
4. might once have been
That’s twice in an if-clause, once in a future conditional, and once in a past contrafactual. You certainly know your subjunctives!
Great rhymes: denim/venom, lillies/fillies, gentry-entry, and best of all that falter-alter. Perhaps you remember that old song with these lyrics:
Don’t you falter at the altar —
Your father didn’t falter, son — that’s why you’re here!
Of course the song lyric uses the homophone /altar/ instead of /alter/, but in any case it’s tough to get a rhyme for “falter.” (At best we have halter, palter, and Walter.)
Actually, Joseph, this was a poem I had been saving for a future edition of TRINACRIA, so I’m mighty glad you approve. Some authorities have wrongly said that the subjunctive mood is dead in English, but the more I speak, read and think, the more I keep finding examples of it, and if that be the case, then the subjunctive is still alive and kicking. Rhymes, as I must have stated before, are free for the taking.
Well done! And practically unique, as we have precious few poems on grammar. But as one reader with a strong interest, I’m greatly appreciative. May I call the oh, so suitable title a capstone to the conjugation? Now back to my psalter.
We have one other such poem here at the SCP. See my piece “The Composition Teacher Addresses His Class” (May 6, 2018).
https://classicalpoets.org/2018/05/the-composition-teacher-addresses-his-class-by-joseph-s-salemi/
Every poem, Margaret, it seems to me, is a practicum involving every element of the English language. In your own poems, fidelity to this belief is usually quite evident. And a “heh-heh” as well, but let’s not forget “daughter.”
Excellent wit. As other comments have mentioned, the ability to mix grammar play into your poem is wonderful.
Honestly, Christian, I can’t help it. When most of my high school senior class was in Washington D.C. on the class trip, I stayed behind and read books about grammar in my high school library. I should have studied physics.
C.B., the grammar aspects of this poem are indeed full of wit and this is indeed an unusual and accomplished poem. But I’m intrigued by the narrative — the speaker’s fantasy of the posh patrician club where good grammar simply cannot rescue a bad speech. In fact, I detect more than a hint of impatience with snobbishness. I sincerely doubt your speaker would be the worst of after-dinner speakers — unless he’s judged by pointless priorities which have little to do with wit and honesty. Along these lines, I love the rhyme of denim and venom which lends vivid imagery to the mocking of pretensions.
I don’t mind snobs, Brian, because they remind us, by contrast, of how grounded we are. I personally prefer threadbare clothes because they are much more comfortable than new store-bought garments, but that doesn’t make me a good after-dinner speaker.
C.B., I have thoroughly enjoyed this admirably rhymed and engaging poem with grammar so dazzling, I am tempted to ask you if you have time to give me some much-needed tutoring.
I’m glad to have provided enjoyment, Susan. I always have time, but I don’t think you need much tutoring. If you are really serious about discussing the finer points of grammar etc., this can easily be arranged.
I don’t know anything about grammar, but this is a phenomenal poem; and I do know a lot about threadbare clothes and feeling out of place at parties, so amen to that.