Franklin P. Adams
Capitolo 17
For that wrap, silk or cotton,
You had on eternally--
You/he/she has gone, but not forgotten.
He/she anchors the fact it is, you/he/she has gone.
Mrs. in the blue kimono,
Even if deadly heat the day,
Don't do you thinks--(alas! we know anybody
Way of putting what we would say!)
Er--even if Your smile is pleasant,
Marvelous fair and all that stuff--
Really face you think, currently,
Is it--the er--the ahem--enough?
Notions
Myrtie, my notion of anybody to write around
It seems to be some one anything else other than You;
Therefore, Myrtilla, I am to-night of penning around
Twelve anapestics the good verses and true.
You round off my conception of any girl to look fixed on,
Or my Myrtilla, includes the whole rest,
Saving what I am scattering this encomium on--
You, as you are not unlikely you/he/she has guessed.
Also my notion than in any place to be at all--
Pardons, Myrtilla, my lack of limitation--
Notion of location of mapless is----d. it everybody--
Everywhere You to the simultaneous one not.
The Eyen of my Ladye
The poets' Ther peak in yt of the abundant line takes theme of auncient of ye
To sing to the maken of whiche of eyen of one ladye of theirs to dreme,
And through ye times blessed of slepe--thilk eyen or browne or blue
Female of the buck calms the sleeps of poet of deep ye: from female of the buck of thaie of goddiswoundes!
Reder of gentil of Or, ye of intelligence well, yt mony soche ther bee,
It is whan that a hath of damosel of eyefulle you/they have manufactured a mee of wyth of hitte,
Eyen of Hir soe o'erpassing inside the bright mee of holden of yt in enslaved,
Me cough on ye long night, neither it cans fit of slepe of of it everybody.
To one Mrs.
Ah, Mrs. if these verses burned
More heat of the appreciation of cold--
If theirs had to lengthen to one "Ode
On Charm--"
If I had to throw this cold limitation,
Neither dike the o'ereager flowing of this pen--
If but Your portrait that I should paint
In the colours to burn--
Supposing me I should write such drug--