Sunday, 10 September 2017

Cupid


        Love can give us much pleasure, however it can also tear us apart. The classic poem I'm featuring today is by Scottish born poet and playwright, Joanna Baillie, describes the way in which love effects us all.



To Cupid



Child, with many a childish wile
Timid look, and blushing smile
Downy wings to steal thy way
Gilded bow, and quiver gay
Who in thy simple mien would trace
The tyrant of the human race?

Who is he whose flinty heart
Hath not felt the flying dart?
Who is he that from the wound
Hath not pain and pleasure found?
Who is he that hath not shed
Curse and blessing on thy head?

Joanna Baillie 1783-1851

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