A poem about prose

The English ladies love a singer,
In France a soldier makes them sigh,
Italian girls all know a painter,
Who doesn't even have to try.

The Senoritas long for actors,
And cold Norwegians burn for rhyme,
But Irish lasses all know better:
A STORY does it every time.

--P. Ellington Synge

ABOUT P. ELLINGTON SYNGE

P. Ellington Synge died of congenital syphilis, a gift from his mother the famous Killkenny stage actress. He was seventeen. They say his body was so encrusted with open sores at the time of his death that they had to cremate him twice. The first time was like burning a green twig: just a lot of white smoke, and an awful, awful smell.



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