Monday, 2 February 2009

A Lady Who Thinks She Is Thirty

Poetry Monday
I love the poems by Ogden Nash as they are full of wit and homour. Seeing as it's my birthday soon this poem seemed appropiate.

A Lady Who Thinks She Is Thirty

Unwillingly Miranda wakes,
Feels the sun with terror,
One unwilling step she takes,
Shuddering to the mirror.

Miranda in Miranda's sight
Is old and gray and dirty;
Twenty-nine she was last night;
This morning she is thirty.

Shining like the morning star,
Like the twilight shining,
Haunted by a calendar,
Miranda is a-pining.

Silly girl, silver girl,
Draw the mirror toward you;
Time who makes the years to whirl
Adorned as he adored you.

Time is timelessness for you;
Calendars for the human;
What's a year, or thirty, to
Loveliness made woman?

Oh, Night will not see thirty again,
Yet soft her wing, Miranda;
Pick up your glass and tell me, then--
How old is Spring, Miranda?

- Ogden Nash


Irma said...

Lol...well 30 wasn't that bad ;-) I bet 40 will be a lot worse! But what am I talking about, I'm not even 32 yet! ;-)

Lavinia said...

Oh Miranda, I'm on the 'wrong' side of forty! This poem made me laugh!

2sweetnsaxy said...

That was great. :-)

Sara Chapman said...

Nice poem! Try 60, though. Sometimes I don't feel all that lovely, but it's sure better than the alternative. Thanks for visiting my blog and leaving a comment.