Faults by Sara Teasdale.

They came to tell your faults to me,
They named them over one by one;
I laughed aloud when they were done,
I knew them all so well before,—
Oh, they were blind, too blind to see
Your faults had made me love you more.

The Progress of Satire

Ištrauka iš mano naujo skaitimėlio: The Blasted Pine: An anthology of Satire, Invective and Disrespectful Verse.

“Reading a dead poet

Who complained in his time

Against bad laws, bad manners,

And bad weather in bad rhyme

 

I thought how glad he’d be

To be living in our time

To damn worse laws, worse manners,

and worse weather in worse rhyme“

~ Louis Dudek