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[tylik]

I'm fond of this poem, though I find, coming back to it after many years, that I'm less entranced by the humour, and a bit more chilled by the bitterness than I once was. But I was thinking of this in relation to trevoke and his french puns earlier this week...

Sonnet Ending with a Film Subtitle
by Marilyn Hacker

Life has its nauseating ironies;
The good die young, as often has been shown;
Chaste spouses catch Venereal Disease;
And feminists sit by the telephone.
Last night was rather bleak, tonight is starker.
I may stare at the wall until half-past one.
My friends are all convinced Dorothy Parker
Lives, but not as well, in Marylebone.
I wish that I could imitate my betters
And fortify my rhetoric with guns.
Some day we women all will break our fetters
And raise our daughter to be Lesbians.
(I wonder if the bastard kept my letters?)
Here follow untranslatable French puns.