Blue Girls

[hubag bohol]

by John Crowe Ransom


Twirling your blue skirts, travelling the sward
Under the towers of your seminary,
Go listen to your teachers old and contrary
Without believing a word.

Tie the white fillets then about your hair
And think no more of what will come to pass
Than bluebirds that go walking on the grass
And chattering on the air.

Practice your beauty, blue girls, before it fail;
And I will cry with my loud lips and publish
Beauty which all our power shall never establish,
It is so frail.

For I could tell you a story which is true;
I know a woman with a terrible tongue,
Blear eyes fallen from blue,
All her perfections tarnished -- yet it is not long
Since she was lovelier than any of you.

[islander]

schadenfreude.

[hubag bohol]

Hmm, pwede pud seduction poem ni...

[islander]

you mean, ma-seduce ang babaye kay giingnan nga di siya unsa kaguwapaha?  weird.

[hubag bohol]

Hmm, iya mang giingnan tingali ang chicks nga gamiton ilang kaanyag samtang wa pa malawos, apparently insinuating himself...

[hubag bohol]

Hmm, perhaps the speaker is suffering from blue balls...