Also, poetry that is not mine

jumpthesnark just posted her contribution to that post-a-poem meme that's going around, and hey, no reason I can't do it twice.

My "poetry" tag in my DW memories is far, far bigger than any of the others (granted, that's only two: "knitting" and "queer", go figure). This is because poetry has been Educating Me.

Interview
by Dorothy Parker

The ladies men admire, I've heard,
Would shudder at a wicked word.
Their candle gives a single light;
They'd rather stay at home at night.
They do not keep awake till three,
Nor read erotic poetry.
They never sanction the impure,
Nor recognize an overture.
They shrink from powders and from paints.
So far, I have had no complaints.

~

Other poems discovered lately:

For you, my love by Jaques Prevert. It's awesome, and creepy, and loses something in the translation.

Historica Irreverentia, an unpublished poem by the late Elise White, shared by Jon Jarret on his blog.

And one of ajodasso's pieces: Saints' Lives