Jenny Joseph

داری یه کتاب بیخودو می‌خونی یه دفه چشمت می‌افته به یه شعر از شاعری که فکرشم نمی‌کنی. روحت تازه میشه. دوباره می‌خونیش. چند بار دیگه هم می‌خونیش تا آخرش می‌ذاریش تو وبلاگ درپیتت که دوتا آدم دیگه هم بیان بخونن و فاتحه‌ای بفرستن به روح پدر محترم سر کار خانم جنی جوزف.  

 

 

Warning 

   By Jenny Joseph   

When I am an old woman, I shall wear purple

with a red hat that doesn't go, and doesn't suit me.

And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves

and satin candles, and say we've no money for butter.

I shall sit down on the pavement when I am tired

and gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells

and run my stick along the public railings

and make up for the sobriety of my youth.

I shall go out in my slippers in the rain

and pick the flowers in other people's gardens

and learn to spit.

You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat

and eat three pounds of sausages at a go

or only bread and pickles for a week

and hoard pens and pencils and beer nuts and things in boxes.

But now we must have clothes that keep us dry

and pay our rent and not swear in the street

and set a good example for the children.

We must have friends to dinner and read the papers.

But maybe I ought to practice a little now?

So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised

 When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple.