Reconstruct the poem by dragging each line into its correct position. Your goal is to reassemble the original poem as accurately as possible. As you move the lines, you'll see whether your arrangement is correct, helping you explore the poem's flow and meaning. You can also print out the jumbled poem to cut up and reassemble in the classroom. Either way, take your time, enjoy the process, and discover how the poet's words come together to create something truly beautiful.
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The wind-blown clamor of the barnacle-geese.
To rid me of the devil in my shoes,
And find my health again in the sea air,
And cannot have a humorous happy speech.
And get a comfortable wife and house
Beggar to beggar cried, being frenzy-struck,
But there's a devil in a looking-glass.
Beggar to beggar cried, being frenzy-struck,
Beggar to beggar cried, being frenzy-struck,
Time to put off the world and go somewhere
Beggar to beggar cried, being frenzy-struck,
Nor should she be too rich, because the rich
And the worse devil that is between my thighs.
And there I'll grow respected at my ease,
And though I'd marry with a comely lass,
Beggar to beggar cried, being frenzy-struck,
And hear amid the garden's nightly peace,
She need not be too comely - let it pass,
Are driven by wealth as beggars by the itch,
And make my soul before my pate is bare.
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'Time to put off the world and go somewhere And find my health again in the sea air,' Beggar to beggar cried, being frenzy-struck, 'And make my soul before my pate is bare.'
'And get a comfortable wife and house To rid me of the devil in my shoes,' Beggar to beggar cried, being frenzy-struck, 'And the worse devil that is between my thighs.'
'And though I'd marry with a comely lass, She need not be too comely - let it pass,' Beggar to beggar cried, being frenzy-struck, 'But there's a devil in a looking-glass.'
'Nor should she be too rich, because the rich Are driven by wealth as beggars by the itch,' Beggar to beggar cried, being frenzy-struck, 'And cannot have a humorous happy speech.'
'And there I'll grow respected at my ease, And hear amid the garden's nightly peace,' Beggar to beggar cried, being frenzy-struck, 'The wind-blown clamor of the barnacle-geese.'