What if the worlde were mayde of thicke starres?

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A 22-year old girl full of fancy, admiring people and things with a passion hidden behind glass.

Tuesday, March 10, 2009

Is this really the way men see women?

TROILUS: I am giddy; expectation whirls me round.
The imaginary relish is so sweet
That it enchants my sense: what will it be,
When that the watery palate tastes indeed
Love's thrice repured nectar? death, I fear me,
Swooning destruction, or some joy too fine,
Too subtle-potent, tuned too sharp in sweetness,
For the capacity of my ruder powers:
I fear it much; and I do fear besides,
That I shall lose distinction in my joys;
As doth a battle, when they charge on heaps
The enemy flying.

- Shakespeare, Troilus and Cressida III.ii


I know a girl whos tough but sweet
She's so fine, she cant be beat
She's got everything that I desire
Sets the summer sun on fire

I want candy
I want candy

Go to see her when the sun goes down
Ain't no finer girl in town
You're my girl, you walked up to order
So sweet, you make my mouth water

I want candy
I want candy

Candy on the beach, there's nothing better
But I like candy when its wrapped in a sweater
Some day soon I'll make you mine
Then I'll have candy all the time

I want candy
I want candy
I want candy
I want candy

- Aaron Carter, "I Want Candy"

1 Comments:

Blogger upinVermont said...

Um... yeah.

Men never tire of beautiful women - and that ability to perceive beauty in women is at the root of all art. Seriously. Men and women express their appreciation of each others beauty differently - I think - which is part of what makes life so enjoyable. And what they consider beautiful differs too (and even among themselves). I have to say, though, that Troilus was a particularly naive, shallow & gullible character.

Here is something from the Queen in the "Two Noble Kinsmen":

Our suit shall be neglected when her arms,
Able to lock Jove from a synod, shall
By warranting moonlight corslet thee! O when
Her twinning cherries shall their sweetness fall
Upon thy tasteful lips, what wilt thou think
Of rotten kings or blubbered queens? What care
For what thou feel'st not, what thou feel'st being able ... [I.1.180]
To make Mars spur his drum? O, if thou couch
But one night with her, every hour in't will
Take hostage of thee for a hundred, and
Thou shalt remember nothing more than what
That banquet bids thee to.

Your poem in your most recent post reminds me of Neruda (who I can only read in translation). The same wonderful free-association of imagery - good stuff.

Anyway, and out of curiosity, was the post on Frost helpful to you?

Patrick

March 20, 2009 at 2:32 PM  

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