The Big Fellow

E. J. Pratt

A huge six footer,
Eyes bay blue,
And as deep;
Lower jaw like a cliff,
Tongue silent,
As hard and strong as a husky.
A little man,
In a pressed suit,
Standing before him,
Had dug a name out of the past,
And flung it at him
Under cover of law.
The big fellow
Leaned over him,
Like a steel girder,
Just for a moment,
Then swung around on his heel
Without striking.
And I thought of the big Newfoundland
I saw, asleep by a rock
The day before
That was galvanized by a challenge,
But eying a cur,
He turned,
Yawned,
Closed one eye,
Then the other,
And slept.

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• E. J. Pratt : The Charge Of The Swordfish
• E. J. Pratt : The Drowning
• E. J. Pratt : The Flight Of The Immortals
• E. J. Pratt : The Fog
• E. J. Pratt : The Ground Swell
• E. J. Pratt : The Ice-floes
• E. J. Pratt : The Midnight Revels As Observed By The Shades
• E. J. Pratt : The Return Of The Cat
• E. J. Pratt : The Sea-cat
• E. J. Pratt : The Shark

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• E. J. Pratt : Sea-gulls
• E. J. Pratt : Overheard By A Stream
• E. J. Pratt : Other Ingredients
• E. J. Pratt : Newfoundland
• E. J. Pratt : Inventory Of Hades
• E. J. Pratt : Defensive Measures
• E. J. Pratt : Come Not The Seasons Here
• E. J. Pratt : Before An Altar
• E. J. Pratt : An Hour Later
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