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Dining With Pulchritude

Delicately perched and displaced from their gazes,

She postures herself so as not to forget,

The curse that courses through all of her graces,

From her disengaged grin to her dress’ own slit,

If else had noticed, it was not on their faces,

As her insides recede to a cavernous pit,

But hers is a curse in demand in these places,

And by those who seem to have only a bit.

Surely this hexing must then be a blessing,

Cold emerald eyes like a dead president’s print,

No pestering questions too ponderous or pressing,

A toast with her glass of swirled liquor and mint,

She’s immaculate and lavish and yet patently known,

That her table is empty for she dines all alone.

Eric Anthony Crew
March 14, 2009

"...as her insides recede to a cavernous pit."

“…as her insides recede to a cavernous pit,”

Author’s Note: My First Sonnet
March 14, 2009

In the poem “Dining With Pulcritude” I wanted to speak of the often overlooked thought that beauty can be just as horrible as it can be wonderful. The poem takes place in a bar or a fine restaurant which is left to the reader’s imagination, though is inferred through the fact that “most people who don’t have it demand it’s presence” meaning so-called less beautiful people always demand the beautiful people to be in places such as these.

Her posturing of herself to not forget her curse is referencing when women (and sometimes men) position themselves so that they are the most appealing to the eyes, almost as though it would be forgotten if not. Her graces are described as all her physical outward appearances, implying she has little to no grace within her which is empty and void of substance.

The seset and conclusion switch gears to speak in satire of the positivity of her beauty. Her green eyes are cold and dead, she has no deep inner thoughts and not much character other than that which is overtly displayed. It ends with her toasting to herself for people like that are always alone even if crowded by people.

नमस्ते

deeply disturbed

Beauty, Like Wisdom is Found Within

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