tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029961256628921562.post2851708413851015040..comments2023-05-31T11:00:14.418-05:00Comments on even pretty girls need to read: Create your own canoneven pretty girls need to readhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05698847072110469355noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029961256628921562.post-72100872981670734842009-01-21T22:08:00.000-06:002009-01-21T22:08:00.000-06:00When it comes to poetry I fall back on my staple, ...When it comes to poetry I fall back on my staple, Dorothy P.:<BR/><BR/>By the time you swear you're his,<BR/>Shivering and sighing,<BR/>And he vows his passion is<BR/>Infinite, undying -<BR/>Lady, make a note of this:<BR/>One of you is lying. <BR/><BR/>The irony. The cutting wit. That's my D.Invisible G.https://www.blogger.com/profile/16948236902279744513noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029961256628921562.post-61842218672911581302009-01-21T18:53:00.000-06:002009-01-21T18:53:00.000-06:00Okay, I had to read that poem THREE times to even ...Okay, I had to read that poem THREE times to even partially understand it...How embarassing. <BR/><BR/>I'm not a big poetry fan myself, and I'm ashamed - given my enthusiasm for the way Dickens or Hardy string words together in their books.<BR/><BR/>But I'd say that generally I read to escape. When you come across that rare book where you're literally devouring every word....that's the best.<BR/><BR/>Coincidentally I am lately sharing poems with a fellow Hardy fan, so here is MY favourite poem:<BR/><BR/>The Newcomer's Wife<BR/>Thomas Hardy<BR/><BR/><BR/>He paused on the sill of a door ajar<BR/>That screened a lively liquor-bar,<BR/>For the name had reached him through the door<BR/>Of her he had married the week before.<BR/><BR/>"We called her the Hack of the Parade;<BR/>But she was discreet in the games she played;<BR/>If slightly worn, she's pretty yet,<BR/>And gossips, after all, forget:<BR/><BR/>"And he knows nothing of her past;<BR/>I am glad the girls' in luck at last;<BR/>Such ones, though stale to native eyes,<BR/>Newcomers snatch at as a prize."<BR/><BR/>"Yes, being a stranger he sees her blent<BR/>Of all that's fresh and innocent,<BR/>Nor dreams how many a love-campaign<BR/>She had enjoyed before his reign!"<BR/><BR/>That night there was the spalsh of a fall<BR/>Over the slimy harbour-wall:<BR/>They searched, and at the deepest place<BR/>Found him with crabs upon his face.<BR/><BR/><BR/>Thomas Hardy at his best.Jabbahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12898117704718192684noreply@blogger.com