Sunday, August 03, 2008

Sunday Sonnet

SONNET ABOUT A NOSE
by Anonymous


'Tis very odd that poets should suppose
There is no poetry about a nose,
When plain as is the nose upon your face,
A noseless face would lack poetic grace.
Noses have sympathy: a lover knows
Noses are always touched when lips are kissing:
And who would care to kiss where nose was missing?
Why, what would be the fragrance of a rose,
And where would be our mortal means of telling
Whether a vile or wholesome odour flows
Around us, if we owned no sense of smelling?
I know a nose, a nose no other knows,
'Neath starry eyes, o'er ruby lips it grows;
Beauty is in its form and music in its blows.

1 comment:

Michelle said...

Erg, just dropping by to tell you I finally answered your questions to my WG#12 post. You can find them here:

http://www.inthelouvre.org/sunday-salon/the-sunday-salon-reading-writing-mini-reviews/

Thanks for asking, I had a lot of fun trying to come up with intelligent answers! :p