Tuesday, May 03, 2005
Poem of the Day
Feared the dark would cause her fright.
"Four angels guard you," low she said,
"One at the foot and one at the head —"
"Mother — quick — the pillow!! — There!!!
Missed that angel, skimmed his hair.
Never mind, we'll get the next.
Ooh! but angels make me vexed!!"
Mother, shocked, gasped feebly "Anne!!!"
(A pillow disabled the water-can.)
Said Anne, "I won't have things in white
Chant prayers about my bed all night."
—William Empson, 1920, at age 13