Lawrence
Hall, HSG
Unthrifty Loveliness
Cf.
Shakespeare, Sonnet 4
I had told her how beautiful she was
(she knew that through the mirror, mirror on the wall)
For her bold eyes were upon herself
As she magicked with lipstick and mascara
I had
hoped her blush was for me to gaze upon
Her hair,
her perfect lips, her slender hips
Over
candlelight at the Starlight Roof
Then the telephone, not nature, called her away
I had told
her how beautiful she was
That sports-car
guy, far handsomer than I
Had said
so too
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