
The work presents a satirical exploration of two types of individuals: an entomologist who captures butterflies for study and a poet who captures fleeting thoughts to craft verses. The entomologist's actions, while seemingly cruel, are portrayed with a sense of detachment, as he meticulously labels his specimens. In contrast, the poet's method of capturing thoughts is depicted as a more insidious form of torment, as he forces them into structured rhymes, often to the annoyance of the reader. The narrator expresses a preference for the entomologist's approach over the poet's, suggesting that the latter's insistence on sharing his work is more bothersome than the former's scientific pursuits. This commentary reflects a broader critique of artistic expression and the burdens it can impose on others. The juxtaposition of the two figures serves to highlight the tension between the appreciation of art and the discomfort it can evoke, ultimately questioning the value of both pursuits. The work employs humor and irony to convey its message, using light-hearted language to address deeper themes of creativity, ownership of ideas, and the impact of artistic endeavors on society. The narrator's disdain for the poet's relentless output suggests a commentary on the nature of creativity itself, raising questions about the ethics of artistic expression and the responsibilities of the creator towards their audience. Overall, the piece encapsulates a playful yet critical examination of the roles of both the scientist and the artist, inviting readers to reflect on their own experiences with creativity and the ways in which it can both enlighten and irritate.
By Oliver Herford · First published 1910 · Genre: Poetry, Humor, Satire · 216 words
I know an entomologist Who thinks it not a sin To catch a harmless butterfly, And stick it, with a pin, Upon a piece of paper white, And underneath the same, In letters large and plain, to write The creature's Latin name.
I know another little man Who catches, now and then, A microscopic little thought And goads it, with a pen, To rhyme, until we wonder quite How it can keep so tame, And why he never fails to write Beneath (in _full_) his name.
If you should ask me to decide The which of them I'd rate The greater torment of the two I should not hesitate.
It's wicked with a pin to bore A butterfly -- but then, I loathe the other fellow more, Who bores me with his pen.
The Epigrammatist is listed on Textopian as a poem by Oliver Herford, dated 1910 CE.
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Satire · Poetry · Humor · Social Commentary · Critique · Wit · Irony · Sarcasm · Philosophical · Literary Device · Epigrammatic Style · Intellectual