Conrad Kane, Student Work

Twisted paper wrapped around human body.
Poetry Garment Assignment

The Vine by Robert Herrick

I dream'd this mortal part of mine


Was Metamorphoz'd to a Vine;


Which crawling one and every way


Enthralled my dainty Lucia.


Me thought, her long small legs & thighs


I with my Tendrils did surprize;


Her Belly, Buttocks, and her Waste


By my soft Nerv'lits were embrac'd:


About her head I writhing hung,


And with rich clusters (hid among


The leaves) her temples I behung:


So that my Lucia seem'd to me


Young Bacchus ravisht by his tree.


My curles about her neck did craule,


And armes and hands they did enthrall;


So that she could not freely stir,


(All parts there made one prisoner.)


But when I crept with leaves to hide


Those parts, which maids keep unespy'd,


Such fleeting pleasures there I took,


That with the fancie I awook;


And found (Ah me!) this flesh of mine


More like a Stock, than like a Vine.