whisper of yellow globes gleaming on lamp-posts that sway like bootleg licker drinkers in the fog and let your breath be moist against me like bright beads on yellow globes telephone the power-house that the main wires are insulate (her words play softly up and down dewy corridors of billboards) then with your tongue remove the tape and press your lips to mine till they are incandescent | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MARY AND GABRIEL by RUPERT BROOKE THE CANONIZATION by JOHN DONNE THOUGHT OF A BRITON ON THE SUBJUGATION OF SWITZERLAND by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH OF HIS CONVERSION by WILLIAM ALABASTER TO A FLOWER by CORRINNE M. ARTHUR THE SONG OF THE BEASTS by RUPERT BROOKE TO A LADY IN ILLNESS by SAMUEL EGERTON BRYDGES |