Richard Aldington

(8 July 1892 – 27 July 1962 / Portsmouth, Hampshire)

Daisy - Poem by Richard Aldington

Plus quan se atque suos amavit omnes,

- Catullus

You were my playmate by the sea.
We swam together.
Your girl's body had no breasts.

We found prawns among the rocks;
We liked to feel the sun and to do nothing;
In the evening we played games with the others.

It made me glad to be by you.

Sometimes I kissed you,
And you were always glad to kiss me;
But I was afraid - I was only fourteen.

And I had quite forgotten you,
You and your name.

To-day I pass through the streets.
She who touches my arms and talks with me
Is - who knows? - Helen of Sparta,
Dryope, Laodamia ...

And there are you
A whore in Oxford Street.

Comments about Daisy by Richard Aldington

  • Sylvaonyema Uba (1/17/2017 5:56:00 PM)

    An x-ray of the impermanence in human nature.
    Sweet love turns sour.
    The love turns out to be a mirage after all. Good poem.Thanks for sharing!

    Sylva-Onyeema Uba
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  • Jayatissa K. Liyanage (1/17/2017 9:53:00 AM)

    Imagine how the time plays it's role. Some eventualities make us unbelievable. Thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

  • (1/17/2017 9:11:00 AM)

    This is an interesting read. (Report) Reply

  • Seamus O Brian (1/17/2017 8:06:00 AM)

    Striking and disturbing conclusion. Microcosmic assimilation of life. Well-fashioned. (Report) Reply

  • Muzahidul Reza (1/17/2017 6:52:00 AM)

    We swam together. nicely written, thank you for sharing the poem with us (Report) Reply

  • Edward Kofi Louis (1/17/2017 5:44:00 AM)

    Oxford street
    Talks. Thanks for sharing this poem with us. (Report) Reply

  • Tom Allport (1/17/2017 4:25:00 AM)

    tom allport
    nice poem about growing up and friendship, how sad some people turn out to be? (Report) Reply

  • Bernard F. Asuncion (1/17/2017 1:35:00 AM)

    Poor Daisy+++++++++++++ Thanks for sharing+++++++++++ (Report) Reply

  • Susan Williams (2/6/2016 9:07:00 PM)

    I wonder which is worse- -a girl turns into a whore or a man forgets his childhood friend he spent so many hours with and sees her after so many years and all he says is: And there are you
    A whore in Oxford Street.
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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

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