Wednesday 11 February 2015

Another one from Anna Maria Lenngren

Gunild’s spectacles

Since she, with nose both pinched and squeezed,
       Through glass discs by the urge to read
The Holy Scripture has been seized,
       Old Nick must for us intercede,
       For just as they enlarge the words
In her great velvet-covered book
       With silver hooks,
       She now takes far too large a look
At every fellow mortal’s faults upon this earth.

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