Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TO JULIA IN SHOOTING TOGS, by OWEN SEAMAN Poet's Biography First Line: Whenas to shoot my julia goes Last Line: And lo! I tremble in my boots! Subject(s): Clothing & Dress; Love | ||||||||
WHEN AS to shoot my Julia goes, Then, then (methinks), how bravely shows That rare arrangement of her clothes! So shod as when the Huntress Maid With thumping buskin bruised the glade, She moveth, making earth afraid. Against the sting of random chaff Her leathern gaiters circle half The arduous crescent of her calf. Unto th' occasion timely fit, My love's attire doth show her wit, And of her legs a little bit. Sorely it sticketh in my throat, She having nowhere to bestow't, To name the absent petticoat. In lieu whereof a wanton pair Of knickerbockers she doth wear, Full windy and with space to spare. Enlarged by the bellying breeze, Lord! how they playfully do ease The urgent knocking of her knees! Lengthways curtailed to her taste A tunic circumvents her waist, And soothly it is passing chaste. Upon her head she hath a gear Even such as wights of ruddy cheer Do use in stalking of the deer. Haply her truant tresses mock Some coronal of shapelier block, To wit, the bounding billy-cock. Withal she hath a loaded gun, Whereat the pheasants, as they run, Do make a fair diversion. For very awe, if so she shoots, My hair upriseth from the roots, And lo! I tremble in my boots! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE INVENTION OF LOVE by MATTHEA HARVEY TWO VIEWS OF BUSON by ROBERT HASS A LOVE FOR FOUR VOICES: HOMAGE TO FRANZ JOSEPH HAYDN by ANTHONY HECHT AN OFFERING FOR PATRICIA by ANTHONY HECHT LATE AFTERNOON: THE ONSLAUGHT OF LOVE by ANTHONY HECHT A SWEETENING ALL AROUND ME AS IT FALLS by JANE HIRSHFIELD A BALLAD OF A BUN by OWEN SEAMAN |
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