[From Edwin]
Now, Angelina, put it down.
Let me entreat you not to smoke it;
You dread your Edwin's lightest frown,
Or so you say well, don't provoke it.
No No I'm serious just now,
Great weight to every word attaches;
What's that you ask me? Anyhow
To pass the matches!
You shall have chocolates to eat
Of every possible description;
Those rosy lips are much too sweet
To soil with Yankee or Egyptian.
Your smiles with trinkets I'll entice
Or silly frillies made of chiffon,
Till once again you say I'm nice
And not a griffon.
Among those violet-scented curls
The smell of stale tobacco lingers,
And oh ! to think my best of girls
Should go about with yellow fingers.
Are you aware that stain will spread
Right up your arm and past your shoulder
And ruin What was that you said?
You'll use a holder!
No, Angelina, I insist!
Come, darling .... what, you're surely joking?
You are not anxious to be kissed
You'd sooner give up me than smoking
So be it take your cigarette
And smoke it, love and homage scorning,
But suffer me, with much regret,
To say 'Good morning'!
You'd sooner give up me than smoking So be it take your cigarette And smoke it, love and homage scorning, But suffer me, with much regret, To say 'Good morning'! ......impressive lines. Beautiful poem.
I wonder when this poem was written. It must be courageous to go against norm when all the films and media out were promoting smoking by women.
Fascinating that this anti smoking poem dates before the big campaigns and all of the medical research showed the harmful effects of smoking. A pretty forward poem.
Those rosy lips are much too sweet To soil with Yankee or Egyptian. Your smiles with trinkets I'll entice Or silly frillies made of chiffon, a very good poem. tony
A superb life song, full of expectations from dear one and conviction that the same would not be fulfilled. A great classic poem of the day.
You shall have chocolates to eat Of every possible description; Those rosy lips are much too sweet To soil with Yankee or Egyptian............/// wondering I'm here; there were chocolate and rose for the loving someone and they're Yankee or Egyptian; well it's beautiful poem; I enjoyed, thanks for sharing
You'd sooner give up me than smoking So be it take your cigarette And smoke it, love and homage scorning, But suffer me, with much regret, To say 'Good morning'! avery goog poem, tony
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You are not anxious to be kissed You'd sooner give up me than smoking a fine poem. tony