She does not know Her beauty, She thinks her brown body Has no glory. If she could dance Naked, Under palm trees And see her image in the river She would know. But there are no palm trees On the street, And dish water gives back no images. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DIRGE IN WOODS by GEORGE MEREDITH AT LORD'S [CRICKET GROUND] by FRANCIS THOMPSON DEATH AND THE LADY; THEIR BARGAIN TOLD AGAIN by LEONIE ADAMS TO SWEET MEAT, SOUR SAUCE; AN IMITATION OF THEOCRITUS OR ANACREON by PHILIP AYRES THE PRIDE OF BEAUTY by PIERRE JEAN DE BERANGER |