There on the littered streets she sits, and chats with passing friends, While a deft neighbour combs her halr, piles high the sleek, black ends; She holds her gushing nipple to the child upon her knee, Plucks vermin from its curls; and sells her oranges to me. me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE COMPLAINT OF THE FAIR ARMOURESS by FRANCOIS VILLON FITZ-GREENE HALLECK, AT THE UNVEILING OF HIS STATUE by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER A SUMMER NIGHT by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS PRAYER OF A SPORTSMAN by BERTON BRALEY ARCHITECTS by EDITH CLAIRE CAM |