The Lady And The Writer
7 January, 2019
Once, praised much one of the books a lady reader
Of a young, growing, talent writer;
And she excessively flattered him so that
From him at Foyot's, in France a formal lunch she could get;
As the writer was quite young
He could not learn to say "No" to a woman,
With a hope of feeling romance by a lady
But she was quite a gluttonous and over forty;
The appearance of the menu caused the writer startled, but
She didn't eat more than one thing at lounch caused him assured,
Again, when she ordered for salmon, caviar, white wine
Caused the writer inner pained and seriously wane;
She was garrulous of nonsense talking
And in the habit of opened teeth laughing,
Every point of her behavior, as if, did torture
The simple, young, gentle, poor writer;
She was saying on not to eat more than one thing at lunch
Then she ordered for a giant asparagus
The writer began to think much of his cash
Though he dared not ordering for himself such;
Then while talking about drinking coffee
She suggested some ice cream with it good could be,
The head waiter came with abasket full of peaches
She cunningly, voraciously took one of those large;
To her teasing activities the writer had nothing to do
But to bear with tolerance her every blow, too;
In fine, she advised the writer to follow her example in eating
And not to eat at lunch more than one thing.
so do not waste the brilliancy on flirting and allured talking///beautiful poem
She was garrulous of nonsense talking And in the habit of opened teeth laughing, Every point of her behavior, as if, did torture The simple, young, gentle, poor writer;
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the devilish nature of the lady teased and tortured the young writer seriously, fantastic poem, interesting to read, thanks for sharing the poem