We were much saddened by Bill Knott's death. When he reemerged as a hospital orderly we were encouraged. Sad thoughts of different cuts of meat and how I own no cattle and am not a rancher with a freezer full of prime beef. A pure plump dove sits on the wire as if two wings emerged from a russet pear, head tucked into the sleeping fruit. Your new romance is full of nails hidden from the saw's teeth, a board under which a coral snake waits for a child's hand. I don't want to die in a foreign land and was only in one once, England, where I felt near death in the Cotswolds. The cattle walked in the shallow water and birds flew behind them to feed on the disturbed insects. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE HOUSE ON THE HILL by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON HUMAN IGNORANCE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH I HAVE PRAYED by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 19. THE SOUTHERN PASSION by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |