To A Lady Asking Foolish Questions Poem by Ernest Christopher Dowson
To A Lady Asking Foolish Questions
Why am I sorry, Chloe? Because the moon is far:
And who am I to be straitened in a little earthly star?
Because thy face is fair? And what if it had not been,
The fairest face of all is the face I have not seen.
Because the land is cold, and however I scheme and plot,
I cannot find a ferry to the land where I am not.
Because thy lips are red and thy breasts upbraid the snow?
(There is neither white nor red in the pleasance where I go.)
Because thy lips grow pale and thy breasts grow dun and fall?
I go where the wind blows, Chloe, and am not sorry at all.
this is nice.. made me smile i can figure out if you are really sorry or not.. nice thought.
The fairest face is the face I have not seen.. I like it. I think he is not sorry. The moon is far.. his journey is far from superficial and even this beauty is not going to distract him. I think Chloe is young now but the poet brings it out that she will age.
Very odd indeed. Is he sorry or not? About what? What are the foolish questions? How old is Chloe?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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1/14/2025 10:20:07 AM # 1.0.0
I go where the wind blows, Chloe, and am not sorry at all.....nice. This poem is well executed. Thanks a lot.