My scrolls are filled with the poems of immortals my jugs overflow with the wine of sages out working I love to watch buffalo calves at home I don't go far and when cold dew soaks my thatched caves and moonlight lights my crockery sill I sip a couple of cups and hum a verse or two | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GOOD-BYE DOROTHY GAYLE: THE ROAD TO BUFFALO by KAREN SWENSON THE WALLS DO NOT FALL: 4 by HILDA DOOLITTLE EPITAPH ON THE MONUMENT OF SIR WILLIAM DYER by KATHERINE DYER THE WHITE ISLAND, OR PLACE OF THE BLEST by ROBERT HERRICK A BETTER ANSWER (TO CHLOE JEALOUS) by MATTHEW PRIOR LINES ON THE MONUMENT OF GIUSEPPE MAZZINI by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE |