greykit.poetry — #1640s

• 1648 [robert-herrick] Delight in Disorder
  Hesperides

  An erring lace, a neglectful cuff, a careless shoe-string — the poem catalogues everything wrong with a woman's dress and finds each fault more bewitching than art that is too precise in every part.

  #lyric#dress#wit#1640s
• 1648 [robert-herrick] To Daffodils
  Hesperides

  We weep to see the daffodils go so soon, and then discover we were weeping for ourselves — a spring as short as theirs, dried like the summer's rain or the pearls of morning dew, ne'er to be found again.

  #lyric#nature#mortality#1640s
• 1648 [robert-herrick] To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time
  Hesperides

  Gather ye rosebuds while ye may — the sun is always further along its race, the first age is always the best, and coyness costs more than it seems: having lost but once your prime, you may for ever tarry.

  #lyric#carpe-diem#time#1640s
• 1648 [robert-herrick] Upon Julia’s Clothes
  Hesperides

  Six lines that watch silk move: the liquefaction of her clothes, then the brave vibration each way free — and the poet, undone by the glitter.

  #lyric#dress#1640s