This is the second poem in a series I’m working on. You can read the first one here. This one is about the relationship of Humphry Davy and Samuel Taylor Coleridge. The title is taken from one of Davy’s Bakerian Lectures. Thanks for reading, and feel free to comment.
On Some Chemical Agencies of Electricity
The poet Samuel Taylor Coleridge is come to London
to give some lectures on Shakespeare, of which one
concerning Hamlet, in two years’ time, will save the play
from the likes of Dr. Johnson and August Schlegel.
Tonight he calls upon an old friend from Bristol,
Humphry Davy, now a Fellow of the Royal Society
and regular celebrity of Albemarle Street,
yet he still resembles that rose-cheeked, dark-eyed youth
who used to pass the green bag of nitrous oxide
to Coleridge, pinching the mouth of the bag
between his fingers and trying not to laugh
at something that was funny only to himself.