Two Cures for Love.
I like this poem. Cope is making a joke out of men, but also highlighting a womans ability to becone blind with infatuation. On one side, Cope suggests men are empty, dull, behind their silly jokes and deep eyes. Once you truly know a man, you’ll see there isn’t much to love? (which I don’t quite agree with). On the other hand, is she saying that we, as women cannot see past a mans outer appearance? Is she saying that we must delve deep into a mans mind, and it is not until we do such, that we will snap out of our ‘infatuated’ stage?