BABY, WE’RE THE NEW ROMANTICS
(AN IMPORTANT DIALOGUE)
she seem’d a thing that could not feel
the touch of earthly years.
no motion has she now, no force;
she neither hears nor sees;
roll’d round in earth’s diurnal course,
with rocks, and stones, and trees.
—william wordsworth, “lucy v”
time won’t fly, it’s like i’m paralyzed by it
i’d like to be my old self again, but i’m still trying to find it
after plaid shirt days
and nights when you made me your own
now you mail back my things and i walk home alone
—taylor swift, “all too well”
she saw not: her heart was otherwhere:
she sigh’d for agnes’ dreams, the sweetest of the year.
she danc’d along with vague, regardless eyes,
anxious her lips, her breathing quick and short
—john keats, “the eve of st. agnes”
this night is flawless, don’t you let it go
i’m wonderstruck, dancing ‘round all alone
i’ll spend forever wondering if you knew
i was enchanted to meet you
—taylor swift, “enchanted”
perhaps ‘tis pretty to force together
thoughts so all unlike each other;
to mutter and mock a broken charm,
to dally with wrong that does no harm.
—samuel t coleridge, “christabel”
so you were never a saint
and i’ve loved in shades of wrong
we learn to live with the pain
mosaic broken hearts
but this love is brave and wild
—taylor swift, “state of grace”
so he took his wings, and fled;
then the morn blushed rosy red.
i dried my tears and armed my fears
with ten thousand shields and spears.
—william blake, “the angel”
say you’ll remember me standing in a nice dress,
staring at the sunset, babe
red lips and rosy cheeks
say you’ll see me again
even if it’s just in your wildest dreams
—taylor swift, “wildest dreams”
the moon, their mistress, had expired before;
the winds were withered in the stagnant air,
and the clouds perished! darkness had no need
of aid from them—she was the universe!
—george gordon byron, “darkness”
but i took your matches
before fire could catch me
so don’t look now
i’m shining like fireworks
over your sad empty town
—taylor swift, “dear john”
life, although it may only be an accumulation of anguish, is dear to me, and i will defend it.
—mary shelley, frankenstein
life makes love look hard
the stakes are high, the water’s rough
but this love is ours
—taylor swift, “ours”