I AM Minerva, the village poetess, Hooted at, jeered at by the Yahoos of the street For my heavy body, cock-eye, and rolling walk, And all the more when "Butch" Weldy Captured me after a brutal hunt. He left me to my fate with Doctor Meyers; And I sank into death, growing numb from the feet up, Like one stepping deeper and deeper into a stream of ice. Will some one go to the village newspaper, And gather into a book the verses I wrote? -- I thirsted so for love! I hungered so for life! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN LIGHTER VEIN by ELIZABETH KEMPER ADAMS ROCOCO by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE BITER BIT by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN ACHRONOS by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN FOR A NOVEL OF HALL CAINE'S by ROBERT BRIDGES (1858-1941) A PLEA FOR FLOOD IRESON by CHARLES TIMOTHY BROOKS |