Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE COOUETRY OF MEN, by MAURICE MAGRE First Line: We too, no less, have all our little arts Last Line: Both hide their viewless hearts forevermore. Subject(s): Dreams; Hearts; Life; Women; Nightmares | ||||||||
WE too, no less, have all our little arts, Our pencils, carmines, khols and brushes too, And in the glass our precious selves we view, And with gay subtlety arrange our hearts. The women their complexion scrutinise, A mark, a blemish, bluish veins that rise, And skilfully the smallest wrinkle hide. Thus we contemplate strictly, on our side, Each form of life that may affect the mind. We ponder tears and laughter both designed For the minute and the woman we would please. We show ourselves bright, sombre or at ease; We are tricked out so neatly, moulded so With conscious dreams or some false passion's glow, With such feigned fervor and apparent heat, Abandon worn like rouge to gull the street, That in this phantom of disdain or woe No man the true and hidden heart may know. Ah, we're alike! Each wears the mask each made! With outstretched arms we wander in the shade Which we ourselves have woven with our might. She makes the eye more dark, the throat more white, I cast my thought in forms unknown before. Each paints with vigor or the heart or face, One with fair words, one with a pencil's grace -- Both hide their viewless hearts forevermore. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VARIATIONS: 14 by CONRAD AIKEN VARIATIONS: 18 by CONRAD AIKEN LIVE IT THROUGH by DAVID IGNATOW A DREAM OF GAMES by JOSEPHINE JACOBSEN THE DREAM OF WAKING by RANDALL JARRELL APOLOGY FOR BAD DREAMS by ROBINSON JEFFERS GIVE YOUR WISH LIGHT by ROBINSON JEFFERS LAST SONG OF THE DRUNKEN POET by MAURICE MAGRE |
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