Agathas <br />Four and forty lovers had Agathas in the old days, <br />All of whom she refused; <br />And now she turns to me seeking love, <br />And her hair also is turning. <br /> <br />Young Lady <br />I have fed your lar with poppies, <br />I have adored you for three full years; <br />And now you grumble because your dress does not fit <br />And because I happen to say so. <br /> <br />Lesbia Illa <br />Memnon, Menmon, that lady <br />Who used to walk about amongst us <br />With such gracious uncertainty, <br />Is now wedded <br />To a British householder. <br />Lugete, Veneres! Lugete, Cupidinesque ! <br /> <br />Passing <br />Flawless as Aphrodite, <br />Thoroughly beautiful, <br />Brainless, <br />The faint odour of your patchouli, <br />Faint, almost, as the lines of cruelty about your chin, <br />Assails me, and concerns me almost as little.<br /><br />Ezra Pound<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ladies-6/
