Poem of the week: Villanelle of His Lady’s Treasures by Ernest Dowson | Poetry
Villanelle of His Lady’s TreasuresI took her dainty eyes, as wellAs silken tendrils of her hair:And so I made a Villanelle!I took her voice, a silver bell,As clear as song, as soft as prayer;I took her dainty eyes as well. It may be, said I, who can tell,These things shall be my less despair?And so I made a Villanelle! I took her whiteness virginalAnd from her cheek two roses rare:I took her dainty eyes as well. I said: “It may be possibleHer image from my heart to tear!”And so I made a Villanelle. I stole her laugh, most…