Parable For a Certain Virgin
Oh, ponder, friend, the porcupine;
Refresh your recollection,
And sit a moment, to define
His means of self-protection.
How truly fortified is he!
Where is the beast his double
In forethought of emergency
And readiness for trouble?
Recall his figure, and his shade—
How deftly planned and clearly
For slithering through the dappled glade
Unseen, or pretty nearly.
Yet should an alien eye discern
His presence in the woodland,
How little has he left to learn
Of self-defense! My good land!
For he can run, as swift as sound,
To where his goose may hang high—
Or thrust his head against the ground
And tunnel half to Shanghai;
Or he can climb the dizziest bough—
And, resting, dash from off his brow
The bitter beads of panic;
Or should pursuers press him hot,
One scarcely needs to mention
His quick and cruel barbs, that got
Or driven to his final ditch,
To his extremest thicket,
He’ll fight with claws and molars (which
Is not considered cricket).
How amply armored, he, to fend
The fear of chase that haunts him!
How well prepared our little friend!—
And who the devil wants him?
In the pathway of the sun,
In the footsteps of the breeze,
Where the world and sky are one,
He shall ride the silver seas,
He shall cut the glittering wave.
I shall sit at home, and rock;
Rise, to heed a neighbor’s knock;
Brew my tea, and snip my thread;
Bleach the linen for my bed.
They will call him brave.
Both by Dorothy Parker.
Two very interesting aspects of femininity. I’d probably write something extremely profound in response – if I wasn’t so bloody jet-lagged.
I’ll content myself with spreading good poetry through the harsh world of cyberspace.
6 thoughts on “Monday Night Poetry Club… Sandwich”
Um, I love Dorothy Parker. I LOVE Dorothy Parker. I’m not capable of more analytical commentary because I’m distracted by how much I love Dorothy Parker. My favorite poem is “Indian Summer”.
Indian Summer is great. I should probably put it up next time.
This is interesting. I don’t think I’ve read any of her actual poetry before, which is clearly lazy of me. It’s a lot less superficial than I would have guessed, though still pretty sharp. Especially the second one.
Did you know that a hedgehog can never be buggered? Terry Pratchett, Discworld novels, the ones about the witches. I strongly recommend “Wyrd Sisters”.