Lo! as a careful housewife runs to catch...
Sonnet 143Lo! as a careful housewife runs to catch
One of her feather'd creatures broke away, Sets down her babe and makes an swift dispatch In pursuit of the thing she would have stay, Whilst her neglected child holds her in chase, Cries to catch her whose busy care is bent To follow that which flies before her face, Not prizing her poor infant's discontent; So runn'st thou after that which flies from thee, Whilst I thy babe chase thee afar behind; But if thou catch thy hope, turn back to me, And play the mother's part, kiss me, be kind: So will I pray that thou mayst have thy 'Will,' If thou turn back, and my loud crying still. |
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A busy
housewife might put down her baby to run after an escaped chicken, ignoring the
cries of the abandoned child as she tries to capture the bird. That’s what you’re
doing, running after something that’s escaped while I toddle after you
helplessly. Once you’ve recaptured your prize, do as the mother would: pick me
up, kiss, pet me.
I’ll live in hope that you get the object of your desire, so that you’ll then have time to pacify me.
I’ll live in hope that you get the object of your desire, so that you’ll then have time to pacify me.