STYLE -- go ahead talking about style. You can tell where a man gets his style just as you can tell where Pavlowa got her legs or Ty Cobb his batting eye. Go on talking. Only don't take my style away. It's my face. Maybe no good but anyway, my face. I talk with it, I sing with it, I see, taste and feel with it, I know why I want to keep it. Kill my style and you break Pavlowa's legs, and you blind Ty Cobb's batting eye. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE IMMORTAL MIND by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THE FLOWER OF BEAUTY by GEORGE DARLEY TO-NIGHT by LOUISE CHANDLER MOULTON DEATH AND THE LADY; THEIR BARGAIN TOLD AGAIN by LEONIE ADAMS THE PASSERS BY by AL-RADI BILLAH |