Poems by John Pilkey |
J. A. D. Ingres. The Comtesse d'Haussonville (1845) I could have interrupted your routine by asking for a dance or other token of being in one room or broken off like sappy branches at thirteen. You could have interrupted my routine by telling me more frankly why you'd stricken off my withered name to frown and sicken because of short arrival at thirteen. A jolly, roaring frankness might have covered a multitude of mysteries that hovered like crows around a rose that they adore. We might have meant much less by saying more; but as it is routine conceals a treasure of unrevealed secrets of lost pleasure. John Davis Pilkey |
Routine |
