November 29th, 2005
Delight In Disorder
A sweet disorder in the dress
Kindles in clothes a wantonness;
A lawn about the shoulders thrown
Into a fine distraction;
An erring lace, which here and there
Enthrals the crimson stomacher;
A cuff neglectful, and thereby
Ribbons to flow confusedly;
A winning wave, deserving note,
In the tempestuous petticoat;
A careless shoe-string, in whose tie
I see a wild civility;–
Do more bewitch me, than when art
Is too precise in every part.
-Robert Herrick
mark says:
i really dont like this guy . . . i bet if i ever had the misfortune to make his acquaintance i would be compelled to punch him . . .
November 29th, 2005 at 01:52 pm
K. says:
haha, good thing that he’s long dead. by the way, he’s most famous for “gather your rosebuds while you may”
November 29th, 2005 at 08:05 pm
Neha says:
but i loved this piece… he makes a valid point. I hate perfection too… mostly
February 7th, 2007 at 04:21 pm