greykit.poetry — #song
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1807
[william-wordsworth]
The Solitary Reaper
A Highland girl singing alone as she reaps, in a language the traveller cannot understand — which is why the song has no bottom, and why he carries it in his heart long after he has climbed the hill and heard it no more.
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1616
[ben-jonson]
Simplex Munditiis
Against the powdered, perfumed, endlessly adjusted face: where art hides its causes, nothing is sound — give him instead robes loosely flowing and hair as free, a sweet neglect that strikes the heart and not just the eye.
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1616
[ben-jonson]
Song: To Celia
Drink to me only with thine eyes — a courtship conducted entirely in pledges and substitutions, ending with a rosy wreath sent back not withered but breathing, the poet insists, of her and not of itself.