Salient. An Organ of Student Opinion at Victoria College, Wellington, N.Z. Vol. 1, No. 10 June 8, 1938
The Snag
The Snag
Your eyes resembled wells, gazelles'.
Or stars, as rhyme dictates.
I'll grunt you all hyperboles
From Chaucer down to Yeats.
Your tresses, like a waterfall
Or woven sunlight, shimmer;
Your body's on the Milo plan—
Perhaps, I fancy, slimmer.
Yet 'twas not unrequited love.
Or search for simile.
Or building hopeless fancies, gave
Insomnia to me;
Rather, this paradox remains
To sabotage my sleep:
What made you lovely as a flower
And silly as a sheep?
—H.W.G.