Song By Cecil Day-Lewis
Continuing on the MacSpaunday theme (heh), here’s one by Day-Lewis. You might compare it to this one by Marlowe.
Song
By Cecil Day-Lewis
Come, live with me and be my love,
And we will all the pleasures prove
Of peace and plenty, bed and board,
That chance employment may afford.
I’ll handle dainties on the docks
And thou shalt read of summer frocks:
At evening by the sour canals
We’ll hope to hear some madrigals.
Care on thy maiden brow shall put
A wreath of wrinkles, and thy foot
Be shod with pain: not silken dress
But toil shall tire thy loveliness.
Hunger shall make thy modest zone
And cheat fond death of all but bone—
If these delights thy mind may move,
Then live with me and be my love.
Current Tea: winter dreams (black tea with chocolate flavoring and peppermint leaves)
[…] Then, in 1938, C. Day Lewis wrote his own version of Marlowe’s proposal and called it “Song”. Instead of false promises however, Lewis’ message was basically, “we will not live in […]