Sonnets to a Red-Haired Lady - Part 12
Sun of my Heaven! Harvest Moon of love!
Bright Planet! Comet! ... whether earth or sky
I scan, your Pink Bean meets my spirit's eye,
O peer of flowers beneath and stars above!
O Aphrodite's Crimson-Crested Dove,
I love you as New Englanders love pie!
Vesuvius Girl! your fiery head fling high
And give yon leering Zenith's face a shove!
My Twelfth Wife used to go about with twisters
Of kid upon her hair to keep it curley ...
I pulled it all out by the roots ... Poor girlie!
Her baldness rather shocked her aunts and sisters ...
She died soon after ... Ah, that's woman's way!
They leave us flat so often! Welladay!
Bright Planet! Comet! ... whether earth or sky
I scan, your Pink Bean meets my spirit's eye,
O peer of flowers beneath and stars above!
O Aphrodite's Crimson-Crested Dove,
I love you as New Englanders love pie!
Vesuvius Girl! your fiery head fling high
And give yon leering Zenith's face a shove!
My Twelfth Wife used to go about with twisters
Of kid upon her hair to keep it curley ...
I pulled it all out by the roots ... Poor girlie!
Her baldness rather shocked her aunts and sisters ...
She died soon after ... Ah, that's woman's way!
They leave us flat so often! Welladay!
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