My whiskey is a tough way of life: The wild cherry continually pressing back peach orchards. I am a penniless rumsoak. Where shall I have that solidity which trees find in the ground? My stuff is the feel of good legs and a broad pelvis under the gold hair ornaments of skyscrapers. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...COLUMBUS [AUGUST 3, 1492] by JOHANN CHRISTOPH FRIEDRICH VON SCHILLER VERSES OCCASIONED BY THE SUDDEN DRYING UP..ST.PATRICK'S WELL by JONATHAN SWIFT SATIRE: 4 by AULUS PERSIUS FLACCUS ROMANCE OF DUNOIS by HORTENSE DE BEAUHARNAIS |