'The true Soldier fights not because he hates what is in front of him, but because He loves what is behind him.' -G. K. Chesterton

12 June 2011

Sunday Kipling

Dedicated to Joan, her cars and the joy of driving. Have a great Sunday everyone.

To a Lady, Persuading Her to a Car

Love's fiery chariot, Delia, take
Which Vulcan wrought for Venus' sake.
Wings shall not waft thee, but a flame
Hot as my heart--as nobly tame:
Lit by a spark, less bright, more wise
Than linked lightnings of thine eyes!
Seated and ready to be drawn
Come not in muslins, lace or lawn,
But, for thy thrice imperial worth,
Take all the sables of the North,
With frozen diamonds belted on,
To face extreme Euroclydon!
Thus in our thund'ring toy we'll prove
Which is more blind, the Law or Love;
And may the jealous Gods prevent
Our fierce and uncontrouled descent!


Joan of Argghh! said...

Ah, Kipling, the Devil! What a wondrous poem, Six, and I curtsey with deep and gracious bow of the head to be so honoured.

Have a great Sunday!

Six said...

My pleasure Joan.