At a Dinner Party (Amy Levy)

Okay, wow. I was going to say that this poem by Amy Levy is cute with its rhyme/and sing-songy meter. It seems a bit obvious and disrespectful to refer to LGBT dinner guests as "fruit and flowers". But then I saw when looking for a poet bio that this poem/poet is from the 1800s!

Suddenly, the meter/rhyme makes sense and the language is not so trite, but pretty darn brave for the time - as was the subject matter. I had no idea of this poet, but it's cool to think that she was writing about pretty modern topics at such an early venture.

Favorite line: "could one expect / So dull a world to know?"

could one expect

    So dull a world to know?