Would that I were a turnip white, Or raven black, Or miserable hack Dragging a cab from left to right; Or would I were the showman of a sight, Or weary donkey with a laden back, Or racer in a sack, Or freezing traveller on an Alpine height; Or would I were straw catching as I drown, (A wretched landsman I who cannot swim,) Or watching a lone vessel sink, Rather than writing: I would change my pink Gauze for a hideous yellow satin gown With deep-cut scolloped edges and a rim. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...UPON DRINKING IN A BOWL by ANACREON THE POET AND THE BABY by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR FIRST OR LAST (SONG) by THOMAS HARDY SHILLIN' A DAY by RUDYARD KIPLING MY AIN WIFE by ALEXANDER LAING SONNET WRITTEN IN THE FALL OF 1914: 1 by GEORGE EDWARD WOODBERRY |