Saturday, February 7, 2009

Seduction II, in Poetry

A fragment of T.S. Eliot's The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock and Robert Herrick's Delight in Disorder might illustrate what, for some men, is seductive. Do they?

The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock

And I have known the arms already, known them all—
Arms that are braceleted and white and bare
[But in the lamplight, downed with light brown hair!]
It is perfume from a dress
That makes me so digress?
Arms that lie along a table, or wrap about a shawl.
And should I then presume?
And how should I begin?
. . . . .

Delight in Disorder

A sweet disorder in the dress
Kindles in cloathes a wantonnesse:
A Lawne about the shoulders thrown
Into fine distraction:
An erring Lace, which here and there
Entralls the Crimson Stomacher:
A Cuffe neglectfull, and thereby
Ribbands to flow confusedly:
A winning wave (deserving Note)
In the tempestuous petticote:
A careless shoe-string, in whose tye
A see a wilde civility:
Doe more bewitch me, then when Art
Is too precise in every part.

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