Many red devils ran from my heart And out upon the page, They were so tiny The pen could mash them. And many struggled in the ink. It was strange To write in this red muck Of things from my heart. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A CORONAL by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS RIDDLE: A CANDLE by MOTHER GOOSE ARE THE CHILDREN AT HOME? by MARGARET ELIZABETH MUNSON SANGSTER THE DEAD LEAF by ANTOINE VINCENT ARNAULT CHRISTMAS GIFTS by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 10 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |