Once you were young.Now, hunched in the cold,Nobody caresThat you are old.Once you were beautiful.Now, in the street,No one remembersYour lips were sweet.Oh, withered old womanOf rue Fontaine,Nobody but deathWill kiss you again.Thank you, favorite poet, for putting my feelings about turning 16 into a poem. :)
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
Parisian Beggar Woman by Langston Hughes
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Oh my gosh Nina. You should be happy that your turning 16! This means boys! And I know how you like them ;)
ReplyDeleteHAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!
I roll my eyes at this. You are ABSOLUTELY NOT on the verge of collapsing into your grave. You're on the verge of a NEW ADVENTURE!!! You should be excited about this chance to get to know yourself better and to strengthen your testimony. I know you better than this.
ReplyDeleteFELIZ CUMPEALNOS, MI QUERIDA AMIGA!
Langston Hughes was gay.
ReplyDeleteHehe, you're all right, except Sarah. Wikipedia tells me that he was asexual.
ReplyDeleteAnd even if he was gay, his poems inspire me. The subjects he chose weren't related to homosexuality, so I'll continue to love them. :)
Oh, and thank you for your birthday wishes, Megan and Lara. :D
ReplyDeleteI just laughed at this out loud in public. And didn't really care.
ReplyDeleteThis is not a song. It's better than a song. It's a ridiculous weird poem and it doesn't describe you at all, silly.
PS WTH he was asexual?! Who does that?
Ummm, I don't know! He was weird.... But I still like his poems.
ReplyDeleteManisha, I AM AN OLD LADY. In plays, in real life.... all the time. I am the Parisian Beggar Woman.