Goodbye to All That
Congratulations! We've made it to the first day of Autumn. As the summer has left some of you a bit bloody out there, take repose in the fact that you've got 272 days before the next one to get your act together. Attempt happiness and enjoy a little Dorothy Parker with your wilted corsage and dry bordeaux.
Inventory
Four be the things I am wiser to know: Idleness, sorrow, a friend, and a foe.
Four be the things I’d been better without:Love, curiosity, freckles,& doubt.
Three be the things I shall never attain: Envy, content,& sufficient champagne.
Three be the things I shall have till I die:Laughter and hope & a sock in the eye.
Autumn Valentine
In May my heart was breaking-Oh, wide the wound, and deep!
And bitter it beat at waking, And sore it split in sleep.
And when it came November,I sought my heart, and sighed,
"Poor thing, do you remember?"
"What heart was that?" it cried.
A Fairly Sad Tale
I think that I shall never know Why I am thus, and I am so. Around me, other girls inspire In men the rush and roar of fire,The sweet transparency of glass,The tenderness of April grass,The durability of granite;But me- I don't know how to plan it.The lads I've met in Cupid's deadlock Were- shall we say?- born out of wedlock.They broke my heart, they stilled my song,And said they had to run along,Explaining, so to sop my tears,First came their parents or careers.But ever does experience Deny me wisdom, calm, and sense!Though she's a fool who seeks to capture The twenty-first fine, careless rapture,I must go on, till ends my rope,Who from my birth was cursed with hope.A heart in half is chaste, archaic;But mine resembles a mosaic-The thing's become ridiculous!Why am I so? Why am I thus?
Epitaph for a Darling Lady
All her hours were yellow sands, Blown in foolish whorls and tassels; Slipping warmly through her hands; Patted into little castles. Shiny day on shiny day Tumble in a rainbow clutter, As she flipped them all away, Sent them spinning down the gutter. Leave for her a red young rose, Go your way, and save your pity; She is happy, for she knows That her dust is very pretty.
Inventory
Four be the things I am wiser to know: Idleness, sorrow, a friend, and a foe.
Four be the things I’d been better without:Love, curiosity, freckles,& doubt.
Three be the things I shall never attain: Envy, content,& sufficient champagne.
Three be the things I shall have till I die:Laughter and hope & a sock in the eye.
Autumn Valentine
In May my heart was breaking-Oh, wide the wound, and deep!
And bitter it beat at waking, And sore it split in sleep.
And when it came November,I sought my heart, and sighed,
"Poor thing, do you remember?"
"What heart was that?" it cried.
A Fairly Sad Tale
I think that I shall never know Why I am thus, and I am so. Around me, other girls inspire In men the rush and roar of fire,The sweet transparency of glass,The tenderness of April grass,The durability of granite;But me- I don't know how to plan it.The lads I've met in Cupid's deadlock Were- shall we say?- born out of wedlock.They broke my heart, they stilled my song,And said they had to run along,Explaining, so to sop my tears,First came their parents or careers.But ever does experience Deny me wisdom, calm, and sense!Though she's a fool who seeks to capture The twenty-first fine, careless rapture,I must go on, till ends my rope,Who from my birth was cursed with hope.A heart in half is chaste, archaic;But mine resembles a mosaic-The thing's become ridiculous!Why am I so? Why am I thus?
Epitaph for a Darling Lady
All her hours were yellow sands, Blown in foolish whorls and tassels; Slipping warmly through her hands; Patted into little castles. Shiny day on shiny day Tumble in a rainbow clutter, As she flipped them all away, Sent them spinning down the gutter. Leave for her a red young rose, Go your way, and save your pity; She is happy, for she knows That her dust is very pretty.
posted by Napoleon at 8:58 AM
1 Comments:
ok, autumn valentine, rip my heart out and stomp on it, why doncha??? aaaaccchhh! beautiful stuff! epitaph to a darling lady, for a , whichever, wonderful...dorothy p., you are on the money, sister. flee the vicious circle, and rethink being better without freckles. i don't know what i'd do w/o mine.
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