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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
LA BELLA BONA ROBA, by RICHARD LOVELACE Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: I cannot tell who loves the skeleton Last Line: Pass rascal deer, strike me the largest doe. Subject(s): Prostitution; Harlots; Whores; Brothels | |||
I cannot tell who loves the skeleton Of a poor marmoset, naught but bone, bone. Give me a nakedness with her clothes on. Such whose white-satin upper coat of skin, Cut upon velvet rich incarnadin, Has yet a body (and of flesh) within. Sure it is meant good husbandry in men, Who so incorporate with aery lean, To repair their sides, and get their rib again. Hard hap unto that huntsman that decrees Fat joys for all his sweat, whenas he sees, After his 'say, naught but his keeper's fees. Then Love, I beg, when next thou takest thy bow, Thy angry shafts, and dost heart-chasing go, Pass rascal deer, strike me the largest doe. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LOVING YOU IN FLEMISH by LAURE-ANNE BOSSELAAR A MAN AND WOMAN ABSOLUTELY WHITE by ANDRE BRETON AFTER THREE PHOTOGRAPHS OF BRASSAI by NORMAN DUBIE THE VIOLENT SPACE by ETHERIDGE KNIGHT AN OLD WHOREHOUSE by MARY OLIVER CHICAGO CABARET by KENNETH REXROTH FOR A MASSEUSE AND PROSTITUTE by KENNETH REXROTH HARRISON STREET COURT by CARL SANDBURG GRATIANA DANCING AND SINGING by RICHARD LOVELACE THE GRASSHOPPER; TO MY NOBLE FRIEND MR. CHARLES COTTON by RICHARD LOVELACE |
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