One day I left the mountains and entered the city gate and saw a group of girls their noble and lovely faces with flowered hairdos of Shu rouge from Yen powder and oil golden bracelets chased with silver sheerest silks of red and purple their rose-colored cheeks were like an immortal's their perfume trailed in clouds the men all turned to look infatuation darkened their minds thinking the world had no equals their hearts and shadows followed behind dogs gnawing on dry bones licking their teeth and lips in vain not knowing how to reflect how were they different from beasts and now the girls are white-haired crones old mean and ghostly it's always due to their dog hearts men don't ever get free | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OUR GOOD PRESIDENT by PHOEBE CARY THE BRONCHO THAT WOULD NOT BE BROKEN by NICHOLAS VACHEL LINDSAY A VALENTINE by LAURA ELIZABETH HOWE RICHARDS BALLAD OF THE SABRE CROSS AND 7 by IRVING BACHELLER |