About twenty years ago Two girls came
in where I worked - A bosomy English rose And her friend in specs I
could talk to. Faces in those days sparked The whole shooting-match
off, and I doubt If ever one had like hers: But it was the friend I
took out, And in seven years after that Wrote over four hundred
letters, Gave a ten-guinea ring I got back in the end, and met At
numerous cathedral cities Unknown to the clergy. I believe I met
beautiful twice. She was trying Both times (so I thought) not to
laugh. Parting, after about five Rehearsals, was an agreement That
I was too selfish, withdrawn And easily bored to love. Well, useful
to get that learnt, In my wallet are still two snaps, Of bosomy
rose with fur gloves on. Unlucky charms,
perhaps.
Sunday, November 29, 2009
Philip Larkin - Wild Oats
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