THE summer shirt sale of a downtown haberdasher is glorified in a show-window slang: everybody understands the language: red dots, yellow circles, blue anchors, and dove-brown hooks, these perform explosions in color: stripes and checks fight for the possession of front lines and salients: detectives, newsies, teameoes, niggers, all stop, look, and listen: the shirt sale and the show window kick at the street with a noise joyous as a clog dancer: the ensemble is a challenge to the ghost who walks on paydays. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MILKING-MAID by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI RARE DESTINY by FLORA LOUISE BAILEY OF THE CHILD WITH THE BIRD AT THE BUSH by JOHN BUNYAN VENGEANCE IS MINE by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON SIC VOS NON VOBIS by ADA CAMBRIDGE |