HER little feet! . . . Beneath us ranged the sea, She sat, from sun and wind umbrella-shaded, One shoe above the other danglingly, And lo! a Something exquisitely graded, Brown rings and white, distracting -- to the knee! The band was loud. A wild waltz melody Flowed rhythmic forth. The nobodies paraded. And thro' my dream went pulsing fast and free: Her little feet. Till she made room for some one. It was He! A port-wine flavored He, a He who traded, Rich, rosy, round, obese to a degree! A sense of injury overmastered me. Quite bulbously his ample boots upbraided Her little feet. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...1914: 5. THE SOLDIER by RUPERT BROOKE BOOKER T. WASHINGTON by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR AT APRIL by ANGELINA WELD GRIMKE THE AGONY [AGONIE] by GEORGE HERBERT THE WHITE HOUSE by CLAUDE MCKAY DREAM-LOVE by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI IF WE KNEW; OR, BLESSINGS OF TO-DAY by MAY LOUISE RILEY SMITH |