Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TO A COUNTRY HOTEL TOWEL, by ELMER CLEVELAND ADAMS First Line: I'll touch you not, you much abus-ed rag Last Line: Trying to don you for an undershirt. Subject(s): Hotels; Inns; Innskeepers; Motels; Boarding Houses | ||||||||
I'll touch you not, you much abus-ed rag, Poor slave of all those epidermic rites Performed by thousands who have come to drag Their cindery surface to this bowl's delights. This tattered hem I vow shall thus remain, These holes shall grow not till another time. You've had enough; that faint but lingering stain Shall take no fresh addition from my grime Respected, honored, I will leave you here For others' service -- or to join the dead. Nay, more! That pair of holes have roused my fear! I'd better stow you here beneath the bed Lest, rising in the dark, I do you hurt Trying to don you for an undershirt. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LOOKING FOR THE GULF MOTEL by RICHARD BLANCO WHAT THE MAGDALENE SAW by TIMOTHY LIU REMOVED AT THE MOMENT OF PERFECTION by TIMOTHY LIU MARRY AT A HOTEL, ANNUL ?ÇÖEM by HARRYETTE MULLEN THE KEEPER OF THE DEAD HOTEL by AGHA SHAHID ALI IN GEORGETOWN; HOLIDAY INN, WASHINGTON, D.C. by HAYDEN CARRUTH OUTSIDE ROOM SIX by LYNN EMANUEL THE HARLOT'S HOUSE by OSCAR WILDE |
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