The choice
He'd have given me rolling land, houses of marbel, and billowing farms
Pearls, to trickle between my hands,
Smoldering rubies, to circl mu arms.
You-you'd only a lilting song,
Onliy a melody, happy and high,
You were sudden and seift and strong-
Never a thought for another had I.
He'd have given me laces rare,
Dressed that glimmered with frost sheen,
Shining ribbons to wrap my hair,
Horses to draw me, as fine as a queen.
You- you'd only to whistle low,
Gayly I followed wherever you led.
I took you and I let him go -
Somebody ought to examine my head!
-Dorothy parker
Sincerely
Wolf girl
P.s. this poam is not mine and is property of it's right ful owner
 ddeallar · Sat Dec 17, 2011 @ 01:06am · 0 Comments |
