Re: Poem about the Vagina

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Sujet : Re: Poem about the Vagina
De : pjr (at) *nospam* example.invalid (Peter J Ross)
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Date : 06. Feb 2009, 00:20:53
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In rec.arts.poems on Thu, 05 Feb 2009 15:16:06 GMT, Flying Tree
<NOSPAM@NOSPAM.net> wrote:

I would say that, as a poet, you are a gardener.   In your garden...  Do you
sing?

I neither sing nor garden as well as The Mower.


The Mower, Against Gardens
--------------------------

Luxurious Man, to bring his Vice in use,
   Did after him the World seduce,
And from the fields the Flow'rs and Plants allure,
   Where Nature was most plain and pure.
He first enclos'd within the Gardens square
   A dead and standing pool of Air:
And a more luscious Earth for them did knead,
   Which stupefi'd them while it fed.
The Pink grew then as double as his Mind;
   The nutriment did change the kind.
With strange perfumes he did the Roses taint,
   And Flow'rs themselves were taught to paint.
The Tulip, white, did for complexion seek;
   And learn'd to interline its cheek;
Its Onion root they then so high did hold,
   That one was for a Meadow sold.
Another World was search'd, through Oceans new,
   To find the /Marvel of Peru/.
And yet these Rarities might be allow'd,
   To Man, that sov'raign thing and proud;
Had he not dealt between the Bark and Tree,
   Forbidden mixtures there to see.
No Plant now knew the stock from which it came;
   He grafts upon the Wild the Tame:
That the uncertain and adult'rate fruit
   Might put the Palate in dispute.
His green /Seraglio/ has its Eunuchs too;
   Lest any Tyrant him out-doe.
And in the Cherry he does Nature vex,
   To procreate without a Sex.
'Tis all enforc'd; the Fountain and the Grot;
   While the sweet Fields do lye forgot:
Where willing Nature does to all dispense
   A wild and fragrant Innocence:
And /Fauns/ and /Faryes/ do the Meadows till,
   More by their presence than their skill.
Their Statues polish'd by some ancient hand,
   May to adorn the Gardens stand;
But howso'ere the Figures do excel,
   The Gods themselves with us do dwell.

-- Andrew Marvell (1621-1678)


Is that not both beautiful and also thought-provoking? Why is "To his
Coy Mistress" the only poem by Marvell that most people are ever given
a chance to read?

--
PJR :-)

<http://pjr.lasnobberia.net/verse/>

Date Sujet#  Auteur
5 Feb 09 * Re: Poem about the Vagina2Flying Tree
6 Feb 09 `- Re: Poem about the Vagina1Peter J Ross

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