Poems, Series 3: LIV. Thanksgiving Day.

LIV. Thanksgiving Day.

ONE day is there of the series
        Termed Thanksgiving day,
Celebrated part at table,
        Part in memory.

Neither patriarch nor pussy,
        I dissect the play;
Seems it, to my hooded thinking,
        Reflex holiday.

Had there been no sharp subtraction
        From the early sum,
Not an acre or a caption
        Where was once a room,

Not a mention, whose small pebble
        Wrinkled any bay, --
Unto such, were such assembly,
        'T were Thanksgiving day.

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