Doggerel Friday: Elegy for Sir Francis Hinsley

Evelyn Waugh
They told me, Francis Hinsley, they told me you were hung
With red protruding eye-balls and black protruding tongue;
I wept as I remembered how often you and I
Had laughed about Los Angeles and now ’tis here you’ll lie;
Here pickled in formaldehyde and painted like a whore,
Shrimp-pink incorruptible, not lost nor gone before.

Evelyn Waugh, The Loved One


~ by matt on 28 March 2008.

3 Responses to “Doggerel Friday: Elegy for Sir Francis Hinsley”

  1. Alas…I have forgotten the poem this is based on. Any help?

  2. Hi Dave–this fine bit of doggerel is from Evelyn Waugh’s hilarious novel “The Loved One”–a young British poet, Dennis Barlow has come to LA to live with his uncle Sir Francis Hinsley and turns out to be his elegist…this is early on, so the quality of the lad’s poetry/eulogy works toward character development

    thanks for visiting–matt

  3. The original poem is “Heraclitus” by Willaim Johnson Cory.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s

Natalie E. Illum...

is a poet, performer and disability activist. Bring her stumbling to your city.

%d bloggers like this: