قراءة كتاب Love Sonnets of an Office Boy
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Love Sonnets of an Office Boy
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sung 'round all day,
And I had got a job of herdin' sheep.
I thought that she had went along to keep
Me comp'ny, and we'd set around for hours
Just lovin', and I'd go and gather flowers
And pile them at her feet, all in a heap.
It seemed to me like heaven, bein' there
With only her besides the sheep and birds,
And us not sayin' anything but words
About the way we loved. I wouldn't care
To ever wake again if I could still
Dream we was there forever on the hill.
XIV.
| This morning when we come to work I got Jammed in the elevator back of you, and there They made you stick your elbow in me where The mince pie lands; the lunch that I had brought Was all smashed flat, but still I didn't care; You leaned against me, for you couldn't stand Because the ones in front were crowdin', and My nose was pressed deep into your back hair. I wish we'd had to go ten times as high, Or else that we'd be shootin' upward yet, And never stop no more until we'd get Away above the clouds and in the sky, And you'd lean back forevermore and let Your hairpins always jab me in the eye. |
XV.
| When her and me were here alone, at noon, And she had bit a pickle square in two, I set and watched and listened to her chew, And thought how sweet she was, and pretty soon She happened to look down at me and say: "You seem so sad, poor boy; what's wrong with you?" And then I got to shiverin' all through And wished that I was forty miles away. I tried to think of some excuse to make, But something seemed all whirly in my head, And so the first blame thing I knew I said: "It's nothin' only just the stummick ache." Sometimes I almost wisht that I was dead For settin' there and makin' such a break. |
XVI.
| Last night I heard Jones astin' you to go To see the opery next Thursday night, And you said yes—and he'll be settin' right Beside you there all through the whole blamed show, And you'll be touchin' him with your elbow, And mebby he'll say things that tickle you And buy a box of chock'luts for you, too, And I'll not be around nor never know. I wish I'd be the hero on the stage, And you was the fair maiden that got stoled, And he would be the villain that would hold You frettin' like a song-bird in its cage— And then |
