Classic and Contemporary Poetry
LETTIE, by JOHN TROTWOOD MOORE Poet's Biography First Line: Lettie-she lives in orchard room Last Line: While I'mwal, I'm a-nussin' her! Subject(s): Hearts; Kisses; Love | ||||||||
LETTIEshe lives in Orchard Room, An' the Square he lives near by. Orchard Room is a world of bloom, An' Lettieshe's its sky! A valley of blossoms an' rose-perfume, An' Lettie's the roseO, my! Her cheeks, she stole frum the peaches Thet dimples an' pinks in the sun, Her lips, frum the cherries; her eyesblack-berries; Her laugh, frum the brooks thet run. Her soul!an angel drapt it onc't 'Bout the time her life begun. The Square hed saunt his message, An' hit created a stir! He was "gwine ter marry Lettie Or else know the reason fur" Rich, an' he'd buried fo' good wives Now he wanted to bury her! I stopped Old Kate in the furrer; I mounted an' rode erway, I b'leeves in sowin' to-morrer When I kno' I can reap to-day, An' troubleI never will borrer When I orter be makin' hay! Down by the spring she was churnin' Her calico tucked to her knees, Her cheeks all flushed an' a burnin', Her hair flung out to the breeze. I lookedan' I felt my heart turnin' To butteran' then ergin inter cheese! I rode to the fence beside her, My heart went flippetty-flop, 'T was churnin' up champagne cider An' sody an' ginger pop! Old Kate hed nuthin' ter guide her An' she nacherly cum to er stop. "O, Lettie," I said, "my darlin', Will you marry the old, fat Square? His hearthit's es cold as his gizzard His soulhit's es scarce es his hair! O, Lettie, sweet, why would the wild fawn Mate with the polar bear?" She ducked her head (it was takin'), "O, Lettie, my heart you'll bust! Will you really marry that bac'n?" "Yes,"slyly"Zeke, 'spec I must!" "O, Lettie, my darlin', why will ye?" "Causecauseyou didn't ax me fust!" I grabbed her there an' I kissed her, Kissed her over the fence, An' I got me a preacher, Mister An' the Square ain't seed her sence! Fur he's up at his house, in the attic, An' they say he's a raisin' a stir A-nussin' his gout an' rheumatic While I'mwal, I'm a-nussin' her! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE INVENTION OF LOVE by MATTHEA HARVEY TWO VIEWS OF BUSON by ROBERT HASS A LOVE FOR FOUR VOICES: HOMAGE TO FRANZ JOSEPH HAYDN by ANTHONY HECHT AN OFFERING FOR PATRICIA by ANTHONY HECHT LATE AFTERNOON: THE ONSLAUGHT OF LOVE by ANTHONY HECHT A SWEETENING ALL AROUND ME AS IT FALLS by JANE HIRSHFIELD A HARVEST SONG by JOHN TROTWOOD MOORE A MEMORIAL DAY POEM FOR THE CONFEDERACY by JOHN TROTWOOD MOORE |
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