Robert Southwick Richmond

For a Lost Love LXII

PRO NATIVITATE BEATAE MARIAE VIRGINIS

LXII: DIU WELT WAS GELF, RÔT UNDE BLÂ

 

My love was orange,

it has been so long.

 

My love was yellow,

callow fellow.

 

My love was green,

my love unseen.

 

My love was blue,

as I dreamt of you.

 

My love was red,

and I wished us wed.

 

Meine Lieb’ war bunt,

Um diese Stund’.

 

My love was gray,

as your final day.

 

My love was black,

we won't be back.

 

My love is white,

as you grow in light.

Comments2

  • dusk arising

    Ah the eternal quest to find a rhyme with orange.... lozenge?.... stone henge?.... and what have you?

    • Robert Southwick Richmond

      There's a small mountain in Wales called the Blorenge, whose chief claim to fame is that it rimes with orange. I don't know who was guilty of this limerick:

      There once was a lady from Blorenge,
      whose butt was a pumpkin-spice orange.
      Not black, brown, or pink,
      like you'd probably think,
      And I know, 'cause I peeped through the door hinge.

      • dusk arising

        A peeping Tom Robbie Richmond
        I espied looking over a cute blonde
        I thought 'oh my word'
        but didn't disturb
        what he did down below with his stiff wand.

      • Neville


        .. .. I have a thing about greens too



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