Wednesday, February 11, 2009

DELIGHT IN DISORDER, by Robert Herrick

A sweet disorder in the dress Kindles in clothes a wantonness; A lawn about the shoulders thrown Into a fine distraction; An erring lace, which here and there Enthrals the crimson stomacher; A cuff neglectful, and thereby Ribbons to flow confusedly; A winning wave, deserving note, In the tempestuous petticoat; A careless shoe-string, in whose tie I see a wild civility;-- Do more bewitch me, than when art Is too precise in every part.

More from Robert Herrick (this is often a big hit with my young Intro to Lit students:

To the Virgins, To Make Much of TIme

Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,
Old TIme is still a-flying:
And this same flower that smiles to-day
Tomorrow will be dying.

The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun,
The higher he's a-getting,
The sooner will his race be run,
And nearer he's to setting.

That age is best which is the first,
When youth and blood are warmer;
But being spent, the worse, and worst
Times still succeed the former.

Then be not coy, but use your time,
And while ye may, go marry:
For having lost but once your prime
You may forever tarry.


T and I are in our mid twenties, and have been for a couple of decades. We're gonna stay this way.
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