Reading John Dryden the other day, I was reminded that I am not the first person in history to have had a deeply dysfunctional relationship. And that is some consolation.
Fair Iris I love and hourly I die,
But not for a lip nor a languishing eye:
She’s fickle and false, and there I agree;
For I am as false and as fickle as she:
We neither believe what either can say;
And, neither believing, we neither betray.
‘Tis civil to swear and say things, of course;
We mean not the taking for better or worse.
When present we love, when absent agree;
I think not of Iris, nor Iris of me:
The legend of love no couple can find
So easy to part, or so equally join’d.
November 5, 2010 at 6:34 pm
WHERE have you been, young lady??!! 🙂
Good to see you posting again.
t. x
November 14, 2010 at 11:17 pm
But if you like it…