Ninon De Lenclos, On Her Last Birthday

[med_cat]

Ninon De Lenclos, On Her Last Birthday

So let me have the rouge again,
And comb my hair the curly way.
The poor young men, the dear young men
They'll all be here by noon today.

And I shall wear the blue, I think-
They beg to touch its rippled lace;
Or do they love me best in pink,
So sweetly flattering the face?

And are you sure my eyes

Comments

[acelightning]

What a delightful poem!

No young girl today looks around and says, "I want to grow up to be a courtesan..."

[med_cat]

Hee hee, glad you enjoyed :)

And no, I suppose not...

[acelightning]

Poor Ninon's mind may be wandering a bit... but she's happy, and so are the "dear young men".

It's odd, but as I've gotten older, I've run into more men who appreciate intelligence in a woman - they were very hard to find when I was young (which frustrated me terribly). But two years ago, at the pagan gathering, a seventeen-year-old young man grabbed me and hugged me, and told me how beautiful I was!

[med_cat]

Hee hee ;)