You exquisite chunk of mud Kathleen -- just like any other chunk of mud! -- especially in April! Curl up round their shoes when they try to step on you, spoil the polish! I shall laugh till I am sick at their amazement. Do they expect the ground to be always solid? Give them the slip then; let them sit in you; soil their pants; teach them a dignity that is dignity, the dignity of mud! Lie basking in the sun then -- fast asleep! Even become dust on occasion. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SLEEP AT SEA by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE END OF THE DAY by DUNCAN CAMPBELL SCOTT SONNET: 109 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE THE FIFTEEN ACRES by JAMES STEPHENS HOME THOUGHTS FROM EUROPE by HENRY VAN DYKE THE SONG OF THE ILL-BELOVED; TO PAUL LEAUTARD by GUILLAUME APOLLINAIRE |