Who could put anything together that would stay in one place as remorseless as that cabin hidden in the maple grove. In Nevada the whores are less clean and fresh than in Montana, and do not grow more beautiful with use. The car went only seventeen miles before the motor burned up and I sat in the grass thinking I had been taken and was sad. This toothache means my body is wearing out, new monkey glands for ears in the future, dog teeth, a pink transplanted body. She is growing old. Of course with the peach, apple, plum, you can eat around the bruised parts but still the core is black. Windemere and Derwent Water are exhausted with their own charm and want everyone to go back to their snot-nosed slums. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WOMEN AND ROSES by ROBERT BROWNING ODE FOR THE BURIAL OF ABRAHAM LINCOLN by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT ENGLAND (2) by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE CANZONET: TO HIS COY LOVE by MICHAEL DRAYTON NOT DEAD by ROBERT RANKE GRAVES |