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 | TrackBackYay!!!
Welcome to our little corner of the world!
Posted by: The Bartender at January 20, 2004 05:08 AMYay!!!!!
Posted by: Susie at January 20, 2004 05:54 AMYay!!!
Posted by: CD at January 20, 2004 06:27 AMˇYay!
Hey, what's "yay" in Spanish, anyway?
Hmmm. According to babelfish, it's still "yay" so I'm right!
ˇYay!
Posted by: Victor at January 20, 2004 03:01 PMYay! (I, traditionalist)
Posted by: Ted at January 20, 2004 06:58 PMDear 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 AMYay!
Posted by: Pixy Misa at January 21, 2004 12:09 PMMooooooooooo-oo!!!! <--Munuvian mating call
Posted by: Tuning Spork at January 23, 2004 02:35 AM