Unwillingly Miranda wakes,
Feels the sun with terror,
One unwilling step she takes,
Shuddering to the mirror. Miranda in Miranda’s sight
Is old and gray and dirty;
Twenty-nine she was last night;
This morning she is thirty.
Shining like the morning star,
Like the twilight shining,
Haunted by a calendar,
Miranda is a-pining.
Silly girl, silver girl,
Draw the mirror toward you;
Time who makes the years to whirl
Adorned as he adored you.
Time is timelessness for you;
Calendars for the human;
What’s a year, or thirty, to
Loveliness made woman?
Oh, Night will not see thirty again,
Yet soft her wing, Miranda;
Pick up your glass and tell me, then–
How old is Spring, Miranda?
I don’t think he cares if he bores you. He has been dead for almost 50 years! However, from what I have seen of Nash, he would find your response funny!
Most important message conveyed by this poem??
what is the tone of this poem? i need to know how to read it because i am having trouble interpreting it.
Don’t fret dear Ogden Nash. I assure you that not all high school students are ignorant. Your poetry is in my curriculum and I quite enjoy it.
ur poems kinda bored me …but i have to do research so yeah i have to read them..that suxs!!!!: )
Your poems are all really great, keep up the good work!