Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THAT DAY SHE SEIZED, by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES Poet Analysis First Line: That day she seized me like a bee Last Line: "and who's the poor weak fly?" Alternate Author Name(s): Davies, W. H. Subject(s): Togetherness | ||||||||
THAT day she seized me like a bee, To make me her weak blossom, I felt her arms so strong that I Lay helpless on her bosom. But cunning I, by artful moves, Soon had her in my power: "Ah, Molly, who's the strong bee now -- And who's the poor weak flower?" That time she thought I was a fly, And she a great big spider, She held me fast, my breath was gone, As I lay bound beside her. But cunning I, by artful moves, Could laugh at last and cry: "Ah, Molly, who's the spider now -- And who's the poor weak fly?" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A WOMAN WITH FLAXEN HAIR IN NORFOLK HEARD by ROBERT KELLY YESTERDAY FROM MY FEVER by GALWAY KINNELL IF YOU COULD COME SOFTLY by AUDRE LORDE MISGIVINGS by WILLIAM MATTHEWS NOW THAT YOU'RE HERE by JOHN FREDERICK NIMS SILENT IN THE MOONLIGHT by ROBERT BLY A BIRD'S ANGER by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES |
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