Thursday, July 3, 2008

Perfect imperfection

Delight in Disorder
by Robert Herrick (1591 – 1674)

A sweet disorder in the dress
Kindles in clothes a wantonness:–
A lawn about the shoulders thrown
Into a fine distractión,–
An erring lace, which here and there
Enthrals the crimson stomacher,–
A cuff neglectful, and thereby
Ribbands 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.

1 comment:

Jared said...

I don't have a clue what that jumbled bunch of words means. Knowing full well I am simply projecting my own feelings of inadequacy onto your post I will still say that poetry sucks.