January 20, 2004

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

Posted by Sarah at January 20, 2004 03:48 AM | TrackBack


Welcome to our little corner of the world!

Posted by: The Bartender at January 20, 2004 05:08 AM


Posted by: Susie at January 20, 2004 05:54 AM


Posted by: CD at January 20, 2004 06:27 AM


See I was different. I put the !!! first.

Posted by: Simon at January 20, 2004 09:40 AM


Hey, what's "yay" in Spanish, anyway?

Hmmm. According to babelfish, it's still "yay" so I'm right!


Posted by: Victor at January 20, 2004 03:01 PM

Yay! (I, traditionalist)

Posted by: Ted at January 20, 2004 06:58 PM

Dear All, thanks for your various yays. I'm still figuring this thing out, and when I finally have the time to sit and play with it, I will make the complete transition. Until then, enjoy the poem Pixy Misa picked out :) See you soon.

Posted by: Sarah at January 21, 2004 05:59 AM


Posted by: Pixy Misa at January 21, 2004 12:09 PM



Posted by: hln at January 21, 2004 12:47 PM

Mooooooooooo-oo!!!! <--Munuvian mating call

Posted by: Tuning Spork at January 23, 2004 02:35 AM
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