Classic and Contemporary Poetry
HERE ENDETH THE FIRST LESSON, by BELLE TURNBULL First Line: You call that beauty, child? That regular Last Line: (well, kittens' eyes will open, left alone!) Subject(s): Beauty | ||||||||
You call that beauty, child? that regular Sweet rounded line of hip and breast and chin? That dainty cheek, whose dimples are set in At just the spot where dimples rightly are? -- There sat with me last night a woman far From ordered loveliness, on whose pale skin, On whose beleaguered eyelids, bruised and thin, Beauty had fallen like a scimitar -- This that you dote on, child, is but a Thing Which Beauty may choose out to carve her own Wild, secret lines upon -- which she may fling Untouched aside. Her ways are all unknown, Unprophesied. -- You are not following? (Well, kittens' eyes will open, left alone!) | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VARIATIONS: 14 by CONRAD AIKEN DIVINELY SUPERFLUOUS BEAUTY by ROBINSON JEFFERS THE BEAUTY OF THINGS by ROBINSON JEFFERS HOPE IS NOT FOR THE WISE by ROBINSON JEFFERS LIFE FROM THE LIFELESS by ROBINSON JEFFERS REARMAMENT by ROBINSON JEFFERS SHANE ONEILLS CAIRN by ROBINSON JEFFERS |
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