Sep. 8th, 2010

lotesse: (green)
too sleepy for any coherence today. have a poem instead:

PORTRAIT BY A NEIGHBOR

Before she has her floor swept
Or her dishes done,
Any day you'll find her
A-sunning in the sun!

It's long after midnight
Her key's in the lock,
And you never see her chimney smoke
Till past ten o'clock!

She digs in her garden
With a shovel and a spoon,
She weeds her lazy lettuce
By the light of the moon.

She walks up the walk
Like a woman in a dream,
She forgets she borrowed butter
And pays you back cream!

Her lawn looks like a meadow,
And if she mows the place
She leaves the clover standing
And the Queen Anne's lace!

~Edna St. Vincent Millay
lotesse: (trek_ponfarr)
The Boy: it's like, "Damn it, Jim, I'm a doctor, not a courtesan."
me: *blink*

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