Wednesday, December 26, 2007

We all love Jennifer so much

Since we seem to have a collective girl crush on Jennifer Jason Leigh, here's a feverish little poem by Richard Lovelace that made me think of her when I ran across it today. I like Jennifer best when she is gloriously disheveled--as she is in Margot at the Wedding, by the way.


Song to Amarantha, that she would Dishevel her Hair

Amarantha sweet and fair
Ah braid no more that shining hair!
As my curious hand or eye
Hovering round thee let it fly.

Let it fly as unconfin’d
As its calm ravisher, the wind,
Who hath left his darling th’East,
To wanton o’er that spicy nest.

Ev’ry tress must be confest
But neatly tangled at the best;
Like a clue of golden thread,
Most excellently ravelled.

Do not then wind up that light
In ribands, and o’er-cloud in night;
Like the sun in’s early ray,
But shake your head and scatter day.

See ’tis broke! Within this grove
The bower, and the walks of love,
Weary lie we down and rest,
And fan each other’s panting breast.

Here we’ll strip and cool our fire
In cream below, in milk-baths higher:
And when all wells are drawn dry,
I’ll drink a tear out of thine eye,

Which our very joys shall leave
That sorrows thus we can deceive;
Or our very sorrows weep,
That joys so ripe, so little keep.



By Richard Lovelace (1618-1657), via Poetry Foundation

4 comments:

Renee said...

Excellent, and new to me! "shake your head and scatter day" I love that line.

chayaruchama said...

How erotic ! And romantic.
Fan me, quick-
Before ah faint.

[And Jicky, too. You don't play fair !]

perfumeshrine said...

Great verse. And fitting. Thank you miss M!

BitterGrace said...

I loved that line, too, Renee. Where are the cavalier poets when you need 'em?