Aleta mentions in her tender letters, Among a chain of quaint and touching things, That you are feeble, weighted down with fetters, And given to strange deeds and mutterings. No longer without trace or thought of fear, Do you leap to and ride the rebel roan; But have become the victim of grim care, With three brown beauties to support alone. But none the less will you be in my mind, Wild May that cantered by the risky ways, With showy head-cloth flirting in the wind, From market in the glad December days; Wild May of whom even other girls could rave Before sex tamed your spirit, made you slave. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SMALL SELF AND THE LIBERAL SELF by JAMES GALVIN A MID-DAY DREAMER by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON AUTUMN SONG by KATHERINE MANSFIELD BOYHOOD FRIENDS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS DEMOS by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON ADELAIDE CRAPSEY by CARL SANDBURG WE HAVE GONE THROUGH GREAT ROOMS TOGETHER by CARL SANDBURG ADAM AND HIS FATHER by KAREN SWENSON HYBRIDS OF WAR: A MORALITY POEM: 1. VIETNAM by KAREN SWENSON |