An Alternative Argument of his weblog
I sing of buttocks, breasts, bliss and beauty:
Of every moment of sublime duty.
I write of warm grass perfumed by the sun,
Where often blessed deeds are gladly done.
I sing of Life, of Love, and have access
By these, to treasured thoughts of each caress.
I sing of storms, of snow and of sweet nights
Of perfumed pillows, sheets, warmest delights.
I sing of Time and of Time's sifting sand,
How timeless dreams live on within dreamland.
I write of sunsets, seas and in praise sing
To all that is beauteous, and everything.
I write not of Hell, for what Hell is worth,
But of Heaven, or Paradise on Earth.
With apologies to Robert Herrick
The Argument of his Book
As Sonata in Praes o Molli (decipit frons prima)
Has an acuti
No lasso finis;
Molli dii vinis
O mi de armistris,
Imi na Dis tres;
Cantu disco ver
Meas alo ver.
Parody and image © Mirino (PW). Swift Sonata- The Chatto Book of Love Poetry.
With thanks. January, 2012