And now for some Dorothy Parker

[gfrancie]

August

When my eyes are weeds,
And my lips are petals, spinning
Down the wind that has beginning
Where the crumpled beeches start
In a fringe of salty reeds;
When my arms are elder-bushes,
And the rangy lilac pushes
Upward, upward through my heart;

Summer, do your worst!
Light your tinsel moon, and call on
Your performing stars to fall on
Headlong through your paper sky;
Nevermore shall I be cursed
By a flushed and amorous slattern,
With her dusty laces' pattern
Trailing, as she straggles by.

Comments

[keirf.livejournal.com]

I don't understand this one.

[jess-faraday.livejournal.com]

Oh, wow, that's *really cool*.

[needlediva.livejournal.com]

what a lovely poem, and how perfect for late august.