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Poetry Monday: "My Three Loves" by Henry S. Leigh
"I knew not which to make my pet, — my pipe, cigar, or cigarette..."
Here's "My Three Loves" (1875) by Henry S. Leigh (1837-1883), a poignant love poem:
When Life was all a summer day,
And I was under twenty,
Three loves were scattered in my way —
And three at once are plenty.
Three hearts, if offered with a grace,
One thinks not of refusing;
The task in this especial case
Was only that of choosing.
I knew not which to make my pet, —
My pipe, cigar, or cigarette…
For the rest of my "Sasha Reads" playlist, click here. Past poems are:
- "Ulysses" by Alfred, Lord Tennyson
- "The Pulley" by George Herbert
- "Harmonie du soir" by Charles Baudelaire
- "Dirge Without Music" by Edna St. Vincent Millay
- "Clancy of the Overflow" by A.B. "Banjo" Paterson
- "Лотова жена" ("Lotova zhena", "Lot's wife") by Anna Akhmatova
- "The Jumblies" by Edward Lear
- "The Conqueror Worm" by Edgar Allan Poe
- "Les Djinns" by Victor Hugo
- "I Have a Rendezvous with Death" by Alan Seeger
- "When I Was One-and-Twenty" by A.E. Housman
- "Узник" ("Uznik", "The Prisoner" or "The Captive") by Aleksandr Pushkin
- "God's Grandeur" by Gerard Manley Hopkins
- "The Song of Wandering Aengus" by William Butler Yeats
- "Je crains pas ça tellment" by Raymond Queneau
- "The Naming of Cats" by T.S. Eliot
- "The reticent volcano keeps…" by Emily Dickinson
- "Она" ("Ona", "She") by Zinaida Gippius
- "Would I Be Shrived?" by John D. Swain
- "Evolution" by Langdon Smith
- "Chanson d'automne" by Oscar Milosz
- "love is more thicker than forget" by e.e. cummings
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Make each of them your special pet!
All this talk makes me thirsty. Let me check on my pets Jack, Jim and Johnnie.
I said, certified freak
Seven days a week
Wet-ass pussy
Make that pull-out game weak, woo (ah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, you fucking with some wet-ass pussy
Bring a bucket and a mop for this wet-ass pussy
Give me everything you got for this wet-ass pussy
Beat it up, nigga, catch a charge
Extra large and extra hard
Put this pussy right in your face
Swipe your nose like a credit card
Hop on top, I wanna ride
I do a kegel while it's inside
Spit in my mouth, look in my eyes
This pussy is wet, come take a dive
Tie me up like I'm surprised
Let's role play, I'll wear a disguise
I want you to park that big Mack truck
Right in this little garage
Make it cream, make me scream
Out in public, make a scene
I don't cook, I don't clean
But let me tell you how I got this ring…
Roll that boy pussy
Yeah, you got me looking
Thinking 'bout fucking
Let me get a rubber
Beat it from the back
Round of applause
Make that ass clap, clap, clap, clap
Clap that ass in this pit
Let me see you clap that ass like a bitch
Yeah, I'm trying to get you back home
See if you can clap that ass on this dick
Yeah, I see you over there twerking
That ass got my attention
I hit your ass with this dick
Send that ass home limping
(Low)
What's your real name? And not your Jack'd name?
Bend it over, bust it open, bring it back, man
Hold it open, I'ma eat it like a Pac-Man
I'm trying to beat it out the frame and give you back pains
Cause I'm nastier than him, and I got more cash than him
And I was trying to fuck your friend, but you got more ass than him
Yeah, I see you over there twerking
That ass got my attention
I want to see you throw that, throw that, throw that, throw that
Throw that boy pussy
Roll that boy pussy
Throw that boy pussy, pussy, pussy
I prefer this guy's problem. He has to decide. The dancing doofus is Kurt Russell. The unmistakable drama and style of Neil Diamond is on full display, and at it peak. Some of these pop lyrics are memorable poetry that infects your brain permanently. John Lennon loved it.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J8Kg23lpVvA
Who did Ulysses better: Sasha or Rod Blagojevich?
https://www.cc.com/video/f6q0iw/the-daily-show-with-jon-stewart-scumdog-million-hairs
(I couldn’t find an independent clip of this)
😀
An enduring theme.
'Tis a virtuous son who inherits his fathers pipe.
Chesterton, I think...