I think that I shall never know
Why I am thus, and I am so.
Around me, other girls inspire
In men the rush and roar of fire,
The sweet transparency of glass,
The tenderness of April grass,
The durability of granite;
But me- I don't know how to plan it.
The lads I've met in Cupid's deadlock
Were- shall we say?- born out of wedlock.
They broke my heart, they stilled my song,
And said they had to run along,
Explaining, so to sop my tears,
First came their parents or careers.
But ever does experience
Deny me wisdom, calm, and sense!
Though she's a fool who seeks to capture
The twenty-first fine, careless rapture,
I must go on, till ends my rope,
Who from my birth was cursed with hope.
A heart in half is chaste, archaic;
But mine resembles a mosaic-
The thing's become ridiculous!
Why am I so? Why am I thus?
Jeeeez. . .this challenge has brought out the mastery in you! I am so moved by your stuff. This one -- the song of so many of the "normal". . .comparing themselves to the clear-skinned smiles of the beautiful. . .who seem to have it all.
The illustration is awesome and fits it perfectly.
Alicia...the words to her lament..sigh-who hasn't had a broken heart or 3? is so poignant, and then hopeful (via use of the overlay), as though the author crumpled up the page (herself) but then after discarding it, had second thoughts...reconsideration of her self ("why am I thus?") as she smoothed it out
WOW ALICIA .. you really are on a roll .. some very evocative and meaningful work lately ..
a sad poem .. this line "Who from my birth was cursed with hope. " .. i would argue that hope is a good thing .. but i'd love to be able to write poetry or be able to put across such depth and meaning in words .. how gifted is 'ol' dorothy parker .. !! ..
your photograph of the flower, duly reprocessed so excellently, works extremely well with that snippet you've taken out'v the poem .. :)
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