Monday, February 2, 2009

Surely she didn't mean that. Did she?

Do you ever stumble across an old email and find a treasure from years ago? I was searching for something my sister emailed me and instead found a message she sent Sunday, October 8, 2006 at 10:03 pm.

The subject line reads, "The perfect poem!"

And the message:
Abstinence sows sand all over
The ruddy limbs and flaming hair,
But Desire Gratified
Plants fruits of life and beauty there.
William Blake, 1787

Okay, okay. I have no clue concerning the context of this email. It could have been referring to something completely innocent and normal . . . BUT it's pretty funny to imagine what caused my upstanding elder sister to send me a poem about *snicker* desire gratified *snicker* with the assurance that it's "perfect".

Any conjectures? Ames, do you remember what this is all about?

I need to stop thinking about it. I'm giggling to myself much too often these days.


Amy Brinton said...

Poetry written in 20th century (and beyond) demeans procreative gifts while suggesting that William Blake and his contemporaries are antiquated pietists. Conversely, the Romantics' delicate (and so carefully structured!) poetry treats the human body and procreation most appropriately. I wonder if future writers will have the courage and skill to write as modestly and beautifully as Mr. Blake has?

Kim said...



The Hathorns said...

October 2006 you were looking for a poem to read at our wedding. But this probably wasn't intended to be read to a congregation of family members...

Kim said...

Oh! Right! Mystery solved.

Amy wasn't being weird . . . she was being funny.

Thanks for cluing us all in, Sandy!