Daisy

Plus quan se atque suos amavit omnes,
nunc...

- Catullus

You were my playmate by the sea.
We swam together.
Your girl's body had no breasts.

We found prawns among the rocks;
We liked to feel the sun and to do nothing;
In the evening we played games with the others.

It made me glad to be by you.

Sometimes I kissed you,
And you were always glad to kiss me;
But I was afraid - I was only fourteen.

And I had quite forgotten you,
You and your name.

To-day I pass through the streets.
She who touches my arms and talks with me
Is - who knows? - Helen of Sparta,
Dryope, Laodamia ...

And there are you
A whore in Oxford Street.

by Richard Aldington

Comments (9)

An x-ray of the impermanence in human nature. Sweet love turns sour. The love turns out to be a mirage after all. Good poem.Thanks for sharing! Sylva-Onyeema Uba
Imagine how the time plays it's role. Some eventualities make us unbelievable. Thanks for sharing.
This is an interesting read.
Striking and disturbing conclusion. Microcosmic assimilation of life. Well-fashioned.
We swam together. nicely written, thank you for sharing the poem with us
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