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Delight In Disorder
Robert Herrick


A sweet disorder in the dress
Kindles in clothes a wantonness:
A lawn about the shoulders thrown
Into a fine distraction;
An erring lace, which here and there
Enthralls the crimson stomacher;
A cuff neglectful, and thereby
Ribbands to flow confusedly;
A winning wave (deserving note)
In the tempestuous petticoat;
A careless shoe-string, in whose tie
I see a wild civility;
Do more bewitch me, than when art
Is too precise in every part.

From Works of Robert Herrick, Volume I, Alfred Pollard, editor (London, Lawrence & Bullen, 1891).
This poem is in the public domain.



Robert Herrick (1591 – 1674) was a British poet who tried his hand first at goldsmithing, then at the priesthood, before embracing his poetic destination. Deposed as a Devonshire vicar because of his loyalty to King Charles, Herrick was reinstated in that position when the king regained his throne after England's civil war and remained a vicar until his death. But the poetry writing that Herrick began during that enforced sabbatical launched a lifelong avocation. Though he was not particularly popular during his lifetime, Herrick is today considered a respected and accomplished lyric poet. Ironically, though many of Herrick's poems offer up passionate testaments on love and ladies, he was a lifelong bachelor--apparently, not by choice. There are those who suspect the poet's inspiration was limited to wishful thinking and his imagination; if so, his imagination was quite good!


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He clearly loved women. Perfection is so stiff and boring when humans try it. I hope he had at least one encounter with a 'disordered' lady. Great poem!
Posted 07/24/2014 09:37 AM
I love this guy and his poem. Perfect people unnerve me somehow, and this poem addresses this issue quite nicely!
Posted 07/24/2014 07:51 AM
Somebody else sent me that poem this week. This appeals to me however much it may be getting personal.
Posted 07/24/2014 05:51 AM
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