Chanson Un Peu Naïve
What body can be ploughed,
Sown, and broken yearly?
But she would not die, she vowed,
But she has, nearly.
Sing, heart sing;
Call and carol clearly.
And, since she could not die,
Care would be a feather,
A film over the eye
Of two that lie together.
Fly, song, fly,
Break your little tether.
So from strength concealed
She makes her pretty boast:
Plain is a furrow healed
And she may love you most.
Cry, song, cry,
And hear your crying lost.
poem by Louise Bogan
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
Also see the following:
- quotes about plow
- quotes about carols
- quotes about flying
- quotes about science-fiction
- quotes about cinema
- quotes about music
- quotes about death
- quotes about film
- quotes about strength
No comments until now.