Delight in Disorder by Robert Herrick.
I would like to think that the point that this author had intended with his work is that each person, even when they are in disarray and disorder, are beautiful and that is what makes each person unique. While that is what I like to think, that might not be the point. What I saw in the images created by the diction was someone admiring a woman who is dressed in a hurried and incomplete manner. The speaker seems to be attracted by the reality of a woman who does not look as if she came from a plastic sealed box.
"I see wild civility; Do more bewitch me than art Is too precise in every part" (Herrick, 979).
I believe that this poem has a valid point to make in society today. We all look for perfection in some manner when we are seeking a relationship. It is not perfection that makes us perfect, it is our flaws and our imperfections that make us perfectly human.
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