My dear, your face is lovely, And you have lovely eyes, I do not cavil at your life, But only at your lies. You are not brave, You are not wild, You merely ride the crest of fashion; Ambition is your special ware And you have dared to call it passion.
- by Sara Teasdale (1884 - 1933), "To a loose woman", first published 1926 [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive)
- by Lori Laitman (b. 1955), "To a loose woman", 1991-2, first performed 1992 [soprano and piano], from The Metropolitan Tower and Other Songs, no. 6. [text verified 1 time]
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This text was added to the website: 2009-05-31
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Word count: 51