"The First Birthday Party" by Frederick Daniel Hardy‘Inviting Some Friends to a Birthday Dinner’ by Jeremiah Johnson The Society November 22, 2022 Beauty, Culture, Poetry 17 Comments . Inviting Some Friends to a Birthday Dinner after Ben Jonson’s “Inviting a Friend to Supper” Tonight, dear friends, you’re welcome to observe Another birthday dinner—and deserve To know it’s mainly an excuse for us To invite friends, no gifts required, no fuss Expected, though I will confess, I still Take joy in marking a new year and will Provide red wine to warm this winter’s day, With oatmeal porter further to allay, And though I’m not a cook, I’ll play the sous Chef to my wife. We two will bake for you A rich lasagna, with which you may pair A side dish of warm bread or other fare, As suits your taste. Then, gathered ‘round the board, We’ll have a blessing, thanks unto the Lord, Offered not by, but for, the birthday boy— As that’s tradition on my day of joy. Depending on the evening’s structure we May have a fire ‘round which we can see (thanks to my brothers’ woodcraft, not to mine) A ring of faces happily recline. And there will be a reading of some sort, Perhaps a poem of mine, or Pound’s retort, “The Goodly Fere,” Tennyson’s “Ulysses,” A psalm of David’s—verses meant to please By way of thoughtful converse—adding to These Grahame’s Wind in the Willows, with a view To deepening cam’raderie this night. Dessert will be a carrot cake, the sight Of which, made out with candles, will invite Praise of my lovely wife—necessitate The singing of the normal birthday ditty. Then, finally, if time allows, there’ll be Another family tradition, where We’ll make the round and each of you will share Some way in which the one who’s honored here Has meant something to you in the past year— No pressure though, good-natured jests allowed (Myself already blushing, meekly bowed). And then we’ll bring the evening to a close, The gathering of coats; each muffled nose; Embraces at the door and wishes for Safe travel as we see you out the door. . . Jeremiah Johnson got his MA in Rhetoric in 2003 and then ran off to China to teach for a decade. His work has appeared in the Sequoyah and Ekphrastic Reviews. He is also currently a teacher of English Composition and World Literature at the University of North Georgia. He lives in Cumming, GA. NOTE TO READERS: If you enjoyed this poem or other content, please consider making a donation to the Society of Classical Poets. The Society of Classical Poets does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or commentary. Trending now: 17 Responses Monika Cooper November 22, 2022 It reminds me of “My Own John Poins” as well. Really lovely. Tradition continues into our end of the age, if we make space for it to happen and contribute what talent we have. Also appreciate the recognition of the humility it takes to receive honor. People who say they’re “humbled” by praise are onto something after all. Reply Jeremiah Johnson November 22, 2022 Thanks for the Wyatt recommendation! I need to read more of his work. Another favorite that always comes to mind in this “tradition” is Tennyson’s “To the Rev. F. D. Maurice” Reply Peg November 22, 2022 This is so precious … Thank you for sharing it, Mr Johnson! Reply Jeremiah Johnson November 22, 2022 Thanks Peg! Reply Mia November 22, 2022 So lovely, makes me wish I was there. Will be having some friends round soon, starting Christmas early. Can’t decide between lasagne or moussaka. Apple tart for dessert because I find it easier to make but carrot cake for a birthday is the tops. Thank you for such an enjoyable poem beautifully composed. Reply Paul Freeman November 22, 2022 I very much enjoyed this, Jeremiah. Thanks for the read. Reply ben grinberg November 22, 2022 Dear Mr. Johnson, Thank you for your poem. I enjoyed reading it. It reminded me of festive occasions that my family has celebrated. What came to mind was passover dinner at my granparents’ house. My grandfather would sing. Grandmother would serve food. And the whole family would join it. Reply Sally Cook November 22, 2022 Jeremiah — Your meter gets a bit lumpy here and there, but the warmth of the loasagna, the wine, kind conversation and reading of poetry in its proper polace are so engaging and attractive that I don’t care ! Second helping, please, and more. Reply Jeremiah Johnson November 22, 2022 Thanks for the thoughtful critiquing, Sally. This I guess is obvious, but I find my meter flows much better when I’m not trying to rhyme. I’ve been brushing up on the rhyming though lately, so hopefully, with practice, the meter will fall more in line. Reply Jeremiah Johnson November 22, 2022 Glad everyone relates to good food and company! ‘Tis the season for it, right? Reply Norma Pain November 22, 2022 A most enjoyable poem Jeremiah. Everyone loves a birthday party and this one contains a lot of delicious treats and plenty of joy. Thank you. Reply Jeremiah Johnson November 22, 2022 Thanks Norma! Reply Margaret Coats November 22, 2022 A happy literary birthday indeed! Oatmeal porter is new to this wine lover, but looking it up, I’d try it for a special occasion. Best wishes for many years of Jonsonian tradition translated by you and your family. Reply Jeremiah Johnson November 23, 2022 Thanks Margaret! Reply C.B. Anderson November 23, 2022 I don’t know, dude. Just keep on working at it. James Sale November 26, 2022 Ben Jonson is a favourite poet and playwright of mine: his lines on the death of his son are, perhaps, some of the most moving in the language. It’s good, therefore, to see you using one of his poems as a model. I like this very much, and have to make a curious admission (given recent controversies on Pound): your mention of the Ballad of the Goodly Fere is probably the only poem by Pound I like!!! So, your taste on poetry to read I have to approve – especially the Psalms of course! Well done – a lovely scene, and go on using models; that’s the way to grow as a poet. PS. I have known many Jeremys, but much prefer Jeremiah – that’s what I call a real name!!! Reply Jeremiah Johnson December 1, 2022 Thanks for your thoughts! Pound leaves me underwhelmed too, but I’ve always loved that one. Regarding names, my Dad’s name was Ben Johnson (“Dr. Ben,” if you happen to go searching alternative medicine), which sometimes gets a chuckle when I talk up the poet with fam’ly and friends. I was actually named after the movie, “Jeremiah Johnson,” the main character of which bore a remarkable resemblance to my father’s personality. More than you wanted to know, I’m sure! 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Monika Cooper November 22, 2022 It reminds me of “My Own John Poins” as well. Really lovely. Tradition continues into our end of the age, if we make space for it to happen and contribute what talent we have. Also appreciate the recognition of the humility it takes to receive honor. People who say they’re “humbled” by praise are onto something after all. Reply
Jeremiah Johnson November 22, 2022 Thanks for the Wyatt recommendation! I need to read more of his work. Another favorite that always comes to mind in this “tradition” is Tennyson’s “To the Rev. F. D. Maurice” Reply
Mia November 22, 2022 So lovely, makes me wish I was there. Will be having some friends round soon, starting Christmas early. Can’t decide between lasagne or moussaka. Apple tart for dessert because I find it easier to make but carrot cake for a birthday is the tops. Thank you for such an enjoyable poem beautifully composed. Reply
ben grinberg November 22, 2022 Dear Mr. Johnson, Thank you for your poem. I enjoyed reading it. It reminded me of festive occasions that my family has celebrated. What came to mind was passover dinner at my granparents’ house. My grandfather would sing. Grandmother would serve food. And the whole family would join it. Reply
Sally Cook November 22, 2022 Jeremiah — Your meter gets a bit lumpy here and there, but the warmth of the loasagna, the wine, kind conversation and reading of poetry in its proper polace are so engaging and attractive that I don’t care ! Second helping, please, and more. Reply
Jeremiah Johnson November 22, 2022 Thanks for the thoughtful critiquing, Sally. This I guess is obvious, but I find my meter flows much better when I’m not trying to rhyme. I’ve been brushing up on the rhyming though lately, so hopefully, with practice, the meter will fall more in line. Reply
Jeremiah Johnson November 22, 2022 Glad everyone relates to good food and company! ‘Tis the season for it, right? Reply
Norma Pain November 22, 2022 A most enjoyable poem Jeremiah. Everyone loves a birthday party and this one contains a lot of delicious treats and plenty of joy. Thank you. Reply
Margaret Coats November 22, 2022 A happy literary birthday indeed! Oatmeal porter is new to this wine lover, but looking it up, I’d try it for a special occasion. Best wishes for many years of Jonsonian tradition translated by you and your family. Reply
James Sale November 26, 2022 Ben Jonson is a favourite poet and playwright of mine: his lines on the death of his son are, perhaps, some of the most moving in the language. It’s good, therefore, to see you using one of his poems as a model. I like this very much, and have to make a curious admission (given recent controversies on Pound): your mention of the Ballad of the Goodly Fere is probably the only poem by Pound I like!!! So, your taste on poetry to read I have to approve – especially the Psalms of course! Well done – a lovely scene, and go on using models; that’s the way to grow as a poet. PS. I have known many Jeremys, but much prefer Jeremiah – that’s what I call a real name!!! Reply
Jeremiah Johnson December 1, 2022 Thanks for your thoughts! Pound leaves me underwhelmed too, but I’ve always loved that one. Regarding names, my Dad’s name was Ben Johnson (“Dr. Ben,” if you happen to go searching alternative medicine), which sometimes gets a chuckle when I talk up the poet with fam’ly and friends. I was actually named after the movie, “Jeremiah Johnson,” the main character of which bore a remarkable resemblance to my father’s personality. More than you wanted to know, I’m sure! Reply