microscopic muses

                                                                          Disregarded                                                        Empty                                                  Devoid of love                                                    

Sunlight touching corn Gently nudging The dawn (awake)

  Subscribe The Guardian - Back to home The Guardian: news website of the year News Opinion Sport Culture Lifestyle Show caption Carol Rumens's poem of the week Poem of the week: Villanelle of His Lady’s Treasures by Ernest Dowson A fin-de-siècle poet’s attempt to retain the beauty of a lost love is built around unsettlingly violent imagery Carol Rumens Mon 29 Aug 2022 05.00 EDT Share on Facebook Share on Twitter Share via Email Villanelle of His Lady’s Treasures I took her dainty eyes, as well As silken tendrils of her hair: And so I made a Villanelle! I took her voice, a silver bell, As clear as song, as soft as prayer; I took her dainty eyes as well.  It may be, said I, who can tell, These things shall be my less despair? And so I made a Villanelle!  I took her whiteness virginal And from her cheek two roses rare: I took her dainty eyes as well.  I said: “It may be possible Her image from my heart to tear!” And so I made a Villanelle.  I stole her laugh, most musical: I wrought