You stand near the window as lights wink On along the street. Somewhere a trolley, taking Shop-girls and clerks home, clatters through This before-supper Sabbath. An alley cat cries To find the garbage cans sealed; newsboys Begin their murder-into-pennies round. We are shut in, secure for a little, safe until Tommorrow. You slip your dress off, roll down Your stockings, careful against runs. Naked now, With soft light on soft flesh, you pause For a moment; turn and face me -- Smile in a way that only women know Who have lain long with their lover And are made more virginal. Our supper is plain but we are very wonderful. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: WILLIAM JONES by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THESMOPHORIAZUSAE: WOMEN'S CHORUS by ARISTOPHANES LAMENT by WILFRID WILSON GIBSON A SUNRISE SONG by SIDNEY LANIER A RECIPE FOR SALAD by SYDNEY SMITH TRAVEL by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON UNDERWOODS: BOOK 1: 6. A VISIT FROM THE SEA by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON |