The blind lady with bloodshot eyes chooses her expressions Her infirmities are not the theme of her confessions. Her hair curls over her like moss She wears gold brooches that great jewels emboss. The fat blind lady with the bloodshot eyes Writes scrawly notes with letters double size She is careful of the folds of her cotton dress And as for the other things she does her best And if I don't mention her brother-in-law here It's because the young fellow's not in favor, I fear For he gets her drunk, the drunken fellow So she'll laugh and she'll laugh and then she'll bellow. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A WINTER BLUEJAY by SARA TEASDALE BALLADE OF DEAD LADIES by FRANCOIS VILLON THE TASK: BOOK 4. THE WINTER EVENING by WILLIAM COWPER THE WILDERNESS TRANSFORMED by PHILIP DODDRIDGE THE BALLAD OF ORISKANY by OBADIAH CYRUS AURINGER REUNION IN WAR by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN TWO POINTS OF VIEW: 1 by CHARLES WILLIAM BRODRIBB SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 11 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |