Blond and Black: Victor in the Rare Books and Music Reading Room
That blond one now has risen in my mind.
The sight that I remember most is blond,
Blond curls, a curving beauty that might blind
Unwary men, a loveliness beyond
The fatal sight of Gorgon snakes. His hair
That usually is held so high, a dome
Of waving tunnels, each a falling flare
Of white off Waikiki, a gold of foam
Collapsing all across his head, destroys
Dark competition. Hair Olympic in
Its startling triumph makes dark men mere toys,
The pygmy losers. Only blond can win.
..A modern Pindar needs to write the song,
….The ode in praise of hair so softly strong.