<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408958" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Wantaritencant</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">It watched me in the cradle laid, and from my boyhood’s home<br>It glared above my shoulder-blade when I wrote my first “pome”;<br>It’s sidled by me ever since, with greeny eyes aslant—<br>It is the thing (O, Priest and Prince!) that wants to write, but can’t.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It yells and slobbers, mows and whines, It follows everywhere;<br>’Tis gloating on these very lines with red and baleful glare.<br>It murders friendship, love and truth (It makes the “reader” pant),<br>It ruins editorial youth, the Wantaritencant.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Its slime is ever on my work, and ever on my name;<br>No toil nor trouble does It shirk—for It will write, all the same!<br>It tantalized when great thoughts burned, in trouble and in want;<br>It makes it hell for all concerned, the Wantaritencant.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And now that I would gladly die, or rest my weary mind,<br>I cannot rest to think that I must leave the Thing behind.<br>Its green rot damns the dead, for sure—that greatest curse extant,<br>’Twill kill Australian literature, the Wantaritencant!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You cannot kill or keep It still, or ease It off a bit;<br>It talks about Itself until the world believes in It.<br>It is a Scare, a Fright, a Ghast, a Gibber, and a Rant,<br>A future Horror and a Past, the Wantaritencant!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Henry+Lawson">Henry Lawson</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408958" data-title="The Wantaritencant de Henry Lawson" data-description="It watched me in the cradle laid, and from my boyhood’s home It glared above my shoulder-blade when I wrote my first “pome”; It’s sidled by me ever since, with greeny eyes aslant— It is the thing (O, Priest and Prince!) that wants to wri..."></div> </div> </div>

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