Goodness me, what pretty flowers! Aunty, why should yours beat ours? Chile, dis-here you calls a Zinny Sorter like a pickaninny; Nature know de way to nerrish, Pomper 'em too much dey perish; White folks strive too hard to rouse 'em -- Honey, I jes' @3anyhows@1 'em! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HALLOWED GROUND by THOMAS CAMPBELL INDIAN SUMMER by EMILY DICKINSON A LITTLE CHILD'S HYMN; FOR NIGHT AND MORNING by FRANCIS TURNER PALGRAVE LUCASIA, ROSANIA, AND ORINDA PARTING AT A FOUNTAIN by KATHERINE PHILIPS THE SUNDEW by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE WHEN I PERUSE THE CONQUER'D FAME by WALT WHITMAN AN OLD CASTLE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |