I have been working (and playing) in Toronto for the past week, and so have been remiss in posting poems. So today I am posting two.
This poem was written by Mona Gould in the 1920s, but never published. It is found in typescript in her papers at the Thomas Fisher Rare Book Library at the University of Toronto. Mona Gould was a well-known radio personality in the 1950s, but published a great number of poems and articles in journals previous to her popularity as a radio interviewer.
N’Importe, by Garthe (undated; 1920s)
It doesn’t matter now at all—
You really needn’t frown—
I tossed away the heart you broke
To wear a scarlet gown.
It hurt a little just at first—
But even pain will die—
I donned my little flashing shoes—
With heels three inches high.
O yes, sometimes I think of you—
Quite vaguely now and then—
It doesn’t matter, tho’, at all—
There are so many men.