The poem of the week is coming a little late. Sorry. Just been crazy busy. I was feeling a bit romantic, so one would think I would turn to the Romantic Poets of the 18 and 19th centuries. No. Unfortunately, "Romantic" in that sense has a very different meaning. A hint for any guys out there: if you want a poem to woo a lady, you need to look for the Cavalier poets of the 17th century. That's where you'll find the good stuff.
IX: Song: To Celia
by Ben Johnson
Drink to me only with thine eyes,
And I will pledge with mine;
Or leave a kiss but in the cup,
And I'll not look for wine.
The thirst that from the soul doth rise
Doth ask a drink divine;
But might I of Jove's nectar sup,
I would not change for thine.
I sent thee late a rosy wreath,
Not so much honoring thee
As giving it a hope that there
It could not withered be.
But thou thereon didst only breathe
And sentst it back to me;
Since when it grows, and smells, I swear,
Not of itself, but thee.
I need to come up with stuff like this, because I say really stupid things once in a while. A while back, an e-Harmony commercial came on television. I told Lesley we should send our profiles in to see if it would match us up. She asked about what if it wouldn't. I responded, "Well, we haven't been married so long to get that strong of an attachment." WRONG!!!!!
It's times like these when knowing about the Cavalier poets of the 17th century comes in handy.
Yeah, not a good comment to make to your new wife. If you are unsure of anything that you are about to say to your wife, call one of us first and we will give you advice. :)
ReplyDeleteSeems funny - you were feeling romantic and yet you told Leslie there wasn't "that strong of attachment." Silly boy. This is one of those things that is NEVER good to say to a woman. :o)
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