If I might be an ox, An ox, a beautiful ox, Beautiful but stobborn; The merchant would buy me, Would buy and slaughter me, Would spread my skin, Would bring me to the market. The coarse woman would bargain for me; The beautiful girl would buy me. She would crush perfumes for me; I would spend the night rolled up around her; I would spend the afternoon rolled up around her. Her husband would say: "It is a dead skin!" But I would have my love! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A MAN CHILD IS BORN (1839) by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE WHITE CASCADE by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES IN A GARDEN by PAULINE B. BARRINGTON A LYRIC OF AUTUMN by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE BALLADE OF THE BRAVE by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON |