John Crowe Ransom

(30 April 1888 - 3 July 1974 / Pulaski Tennessee)

Blue Girls - Poem by John Crowe Ransom

Twirling your blue skirts, travelling the sward
Under the towers of your seminary,
Go listen to your teachers old and contrary
Without believing a word.

Tie the white fillets then about your hair
And think no more of what will come to pass
Than bluebirds that go walking on the grass
And chattering on the air.

Practice your beauty, blue girls, before it fail;
And I will cry with my loud lips and publish
Beauty which all our power shall never establish,
It is so frail.

For I could tell you a story which is true;
I know a woman with a terrible tongue,
Blear eyes fallen from blue,
All her perfections tarnished -- yet it is not long
Since she was lovelier than any of you.

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  • Gold Star - 36,460 Points * Sunprincess * (5/27/2014 11:54:00 AM)

    ..........a joy to read.....memories of younger days is a pleasure... (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie - 6 Points Dawn Fuzan (5/13/2014 5:26:00 PM)

    John This is a good poem, keep it up (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Mark B (11/27/2009 6:58:00 PM)

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

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