John Crowe Ransom
John Crowe Ransom Poems
|41.||Judith Of Bethulia||3/31/2010|
|42.||An American Addresses Philomela||3/31/2010|
|43.||Emily Hardcastle, Spinster||3/31/2010|
|44.||Conrad In Twilight||1/3/2003|
|48.||Prelude To An Evening||1/3/2003|
|54.||Bells For John Whiteside's Daughter||1/3/2003|
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 ...
Captain Carpenter rose up in his prime
Put on his pistols and went riding out
But had got wellnigh nowhere at that time
Till he fell in with ladies in a rout.
It was a pretty lady and all her train
That played with him so sweetly but before
An hour she'd taken a sword with all her main
And twined him of his nose for evermore.