Poem of the Day

I’ve been a fan of Ogden Nash since way back. There’s a good Wikipedia article (of course) about him here, which includes such nice snippets of verse as this:

Why did the Lord give us agility,
If not to evade responsibility?

and of course the so-well-known-nobody-knows-it’s-Nash:

Candy
Is dandy
But liquor
Is quicker.

But I was awestruck the other day while hunting around Poemhunter. Somehow I missed A Lady Thinks She Is Thirty when I first started reading Nash years ago – maybe you’ve already heard of it. And if you didn’t know that Miranda is Latin for “must be marveled at”, you do now.

A Lady Thinks She Is Thirty

Unwillingly Miranda wakes,
Feels the sun with terror,
One unwilling step she takes,
Shuddering to the mirror.

Miranda in Miranda’s sight
Is old and gray and dirty;
Twenty-nine she was last night;
This morning she is thirty.

Shining like the morning star,
Like the twilight shining,
Haunted by a calendar,
Miranda is a-pining.

Silly girl, silver girl,
Draw the mirror toward you;
Time who makes the years to whirl
Adorned as he adored you.

Time is timelessness for you;
Calendars for the human;
What’s a year, or thirty, to
Loveliness made woman?

Oh, Night will not see thirty again,
Yet soft her wing, Miranda;
Pick up your glass and tell me, then—
How old is Spring, Miranda?

~ 1945

Comments

  1. Rufus McCain says

    That’s fabulous.

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