Victoria Clementina, negress, Took seven white dogs To ride in a cab. Bells of the dogs chinked. Harness of the horses shuffled Like brazen shells. Oh-h??-h??! Fragrant puppets By the green lake-pallors, She too is flesh, And a breech-cloth might wear, Netted of topaz and ruby And savage blooms ; Thridding the squawkiest jungle In a golden sedan, White dogs at bay. What breech-cloth might you wear- Except linen, embroidered By elderly women ? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ONE LIFE by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR DARKNESS IS THINNING by GREGORY I ALARIC AT ROME by MATTHEW ARNOLD ECLOGUE: THE 'LOTMENTS by WILLIAM BARNES ON THE DEATH OF SIR JAMES HUNTER BLAIR by ROBERT BURNS THE ASPIRATION by RHYS CARPENTER THE GREAT ADVENTURE by PATRICK REGINALD CHALMERS |