As down the road she wambled slow, She had not got a place to go: She had not got a place to fall And rest herself -- no place at all! She stumped along, and wagged her pate; And said a thing was desperate. Her face was screwed and wrinkled tight Just like a nut -- and, left and right, On either side, she wagged her head And said a thing; and what she said Was desperate as any word That ever yet a person heard. I walked behind her for a while, And watched the people nudge and smile: But ever, as she went, she said, As left and right she swung her head, -- O God He knows: And, God He knows! And, surely God Almighty knows! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MANOKWARI, IRIAN JAYA; IN MEMORIAM, ALFRED RUSSEL WALLACE by KAREN SWENSON JESUS - THE SWEETEST NAME by BERNARD OF CLAIRVAUX FAITH AND DESPONDENCY by EMILY JANE BRONTE THE POPLAR FIELD by WILLIAM COWPER SIMON LEGREE: NEGRO SERMON; MEMORIAL TO BOOKER T. WASHINGTON by NICHOLAS VACHEL LINDSAY THE SHEPHEARDES CALENDER: DEDICATORY SONNET by EDMUND SPENSER |