@3En robe de parade.@1 -- Samain Like a skein of loose silk blown against a wall She walks by the railing of a path in Kensington Gardens, And she is dying piecemeal of a sort of emotional anemia. And round about there is a rabble Of the filthy, sturdy, unkillable infants of the very poor. They shall inherit the earth. In her is the end of breeding. Her boredom is exquisite and excessive. She would like some one to speak to her, And is almost afraid that I will commit that indiscretion. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TONE PICTURE (MALIPIERO: IMPRESSONI DAL VERO) by JEAN STARR UNTERMEYER THE FISHERMAN by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS LAURENCE BLOOMFIELD IN IRELAND: 10. THE FAIR by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM CLOUD-CLIMBING by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON PAN AND LUNA by ROBERT BROWNING VERSES ON THE DESTRUCTION OF DRUMLANRIG WOODS by ROBERT BURNS |