Mosquitoes are sucking My blood like sweet wine, And hey noddy-noddy They merrily sing. How nimbly they're plucking, These minstrels divine! Their lute is my body, Each vein is a string. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DESIRE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON DESPAIR by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON DESTINY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SURFACES AND MASKS; 1 by CLARENCE MAJOR THE BEAST OF BURDEN by MARIANNE MOORE GENEVIEVE AND ALEXANDRA (2) by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON |