In Other Words/Propertius Confesses
Propertius Confesses
AD DEMIPHONEM
Book II, Elegy 18.
Book II, Elegy 18.
“Scis here mi multas pariter placuisse puellas. Scis mihi, Demophoön—”
You know, my Dem, that each p. m. I comb the gay Rialto (Posterity will say I was a James Buchanan Brady,And any frail can have my kale, soprano or contralto— You’re c. to k. the reason why my theme is only Lady.
Tush: ask a guy the reason why the days are short in winter, And ask him why is water wet and why’s a ballet dancer,And where’s the snow of long ago, or ask why is a printer— Old top, it’s just my temp’rament. There ain’t no other answer.