Poems, in the form of nursery rhymes, were, for many of us, our introduction to stories. I will post a favourite poem each week. Email me your favourite poems and I will post them too.
This week's poem, by Dorothy Parker, really tickled me when I first encountered it as a teenager. Parker starts off sounding like a lovestruck woman, and ends up with sarcasm dripping from her pen. If, like me, you prefer cash gifts to candy and flowers; and like choosing (and purchasing) your own birthday and Christmas presents (collect the money from your guy later) to avoid disappointments, this is a poem you'll love.
One Perfect Rose
A single flower he sent me, since we met.
All tenderly his messenger he chose;
Deep-hearted, pure, with scented dew still wet -
One perfect rose.
I knew the language of the floweret;
"My fragile leaves," it said, "his heart enclose."
Love long has taken for his amulet
One perfect rose.
Why is it no one ever sent me yet
One perfect limousine, do you suppose?
Ah no, it's always just my luck to get
One perfect rose.
Dorothy Parker
hehe, I accumulate credits from b'days, christmases, valentines etc when I don't have anything particular in mind until the time I do. Then, use all the credits to get a big pressie and bill it to hubby!
Posted by: bebe | Monday, October 04, 2004 at 13:44