Lay for the Day 1st
the birthday of Marilyn Monroe, 20th-century Aphrodite.
A lot youll
learn of upset, the obsessed
Mans twinges, and little of loveliness
From forced, arch verse, barren and overdressed.
The fluctuation of air, her light dress
Following the dusk breeze and low voice sounded
Beside the water and through sharp chatter,
Still warm to recollect, become confounded
With absence, dissolve in teeming matter.
The part of beauty thats delight of sense
The culpable memory mostly fails
And words unequal, and the more intense,
The startling harmony, harsh time downscales.
No wonder lovers keep a buried thorn
When flowers themselves all else seems bent to scorn.
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