That tall, shapely blond standing at her husband's side on the station platform, as though he were her last defense against her instincts, brushes up against him and looks down at the newspaper he holds open in front of him, and looks back at the crowd, her lips firmly restrained. If I should meet her alone one morning, as I already have, exchanging looks, if we should meet once more, we will not talk to one another. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SHELL TO THE PEARL by LOUIS UNTERMEYER THE WASHERS OF THE SHROUD; OCTOBER, 1861 by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL TO MY MOTHER by EDGAR ALLAN POE SING-SONG; A NURSERY RHYME BOOK: 93 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI TO CHLOE; AN APOLOGY FOR GOING INTO THE COUNTRY by JOHN WOLCOTT |