Upon "Upon Julia's Clothes"
This pretty six-line poem is not nearly as naive as it first
appears. But it's a poem to savor and one that has richly earned its
place in the anthologies. It's often, mistakenly in my opinion, listed
among the best "love poems" in the English language.
Whenas in silks my Julia goes,
Then, then, methinks, how sweetly flows
The liquefaction of her clothes.
Next, when I cast mine eyes and see
That brave vibration each way free
O how that glittering taketh me.
The story, the "plot," is...
