Friday, May 01, 2015

A Little Learning

Only a woman's hair, he kept repeating,
Proving that erudition didn't work.
Precedent wasn't a cure; it wasn't then,
And repetition didn't make it so.
And anyway, the dresses weren't.  The shoes,
The winter coats.  Or little socks.  A hair,
Now that was synecdoche, which, it was known,
Couldn't be traded on the heart's exchange
For love or money, blood or Latin verse.

1 comment:

CMH said...

yikes, that's so beautiful