George Orwell Poems
|2.||A Dressed Man||3/24/2015|
|3.||Our Minds Are Married, But We Are Too Young||3/24/2015|
|5.||Sometimes In The Middle Autumn Days||3/24/2015|
|7.||A Little Poem||3/24/2015|
|8.||On A Ruined Farm Near The 'His Master's Voice Gramophone Factory'||3/24/2015|
|9.||The Lesser Evil||3/24/2015|
|10.||Poem From Burma||3/24/2015|
|12.||Awake! Young Men Of England||3/24/2015|
|13.||Ironic Poem About Prostitution||3/24/2015|
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Ironic Poem About Prostitution
When I was young and had no sense
In far-off Mandalay
I lost my heart to a Burmese girl
As lovely as the day.
Her skin was gold, her hair was jet,
Her teeth were ivory;
I said, 'for twenty silver pieces,
Maiden, sleep with me'.
She looked at me, so pure, so sad,
The loveliest thing alive,
And in her lisping, virgin voice,
Stood out for twenty-five.