AEtna-I've been up Vesuvius . . . Vesuvius has shrunk, it seems: There was more heat in me than streams From that wounded crater in hot pus . . . -They say you're like a woman. -What? -Your age, I suppose-? or maybe that cooked Pebble, your heart? . . . Well, it's a thought . . . Laugh? I thought I'd come apart! -That dirty grin of yours, that cough Thick as the phlegm of a senile lust; Your old breast cancer draining off Lava from under its scabby crust. Comrade, let's go to bed together, My hide against your sick hide; yes, I swear by Venus you're my brother, Vulcan! . . . A little more . . . or less . . . | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MARRIAGE A LA MODE: SONG by JOHN DRYDEN THE DYING WORDS OF STONEWALL JACKSON by SIDNEY LANIER ROBIN'S SECRET by KATHARINE LEE BATES THE ENDLESS BATTLE by BERTON BRALEY FOR A CERTAIN BELOVED GENTLEMAN by MARGARET E. BRUNER SONGS OF THE SEA CHILDREN: 69 by BLISS CARMAN AN ANSWER TO A COPY OF VERSES SENT ME TO JERSEY by ABRAHAM COWLEY |