"novels that pander / to my taste for candor / give me a pleasure sublime"

[larryhammer]

Public service announcement:

If you have recently read an ox-cart's worth of Japanese poems about the scattering of sakura petals, and the transience of life they represent, and the beauty of said transience, and the refinement such appreciation evinces, you might have a slightly idiosyncratic reaction to Robert Herrick's "To Cherry-Blossoms":

Ye may simper, blush and smile,
And perfume the air awhile;
But, sweet things, ye must be gone,
Fruit, ye know, is coming on;
Then, ah! then, where is your grace,
Whenas cherries come in place?

In my case, it was to all but fell out of my chair as I tried to keep from howling with laughter. Since said chair was in a coffee shop, this got me some odd looks -- I would probably have been better off just laughing my butt off. Er, off me, instead of off the chair.

It doesn't help that this is the first in a short series, in Hesperides, of codedly smutty verses on flowers.

Fair warning.

---L.

Comments

[jennifergale.livejournal.com]

Oh, good gravy. *dies*

Two days ago, I couldn't help myself, and the cherry blossoms showed up. It's...er...subtle, and it's grounded in serious business like, say, work and murder and blisters, but. Ahem.

(I doubt this scene will survive draft two.)

[larryhammer]

You probably ought to be aware that Herrick was also responsible for an instance of 17th century tentacle porn.

---L.

[behindpyramids.livejournal.com]

oh my god. 17th century tentacle porn AND funny poetry about cherry blossoms.

you have made my day.

[larryhammer]

The internet is full of Things. If only it had a good index, we'd be set.

---L.