Why do the lilies goggle their tongues at me When I pluck them; And writhe, and twist, And strangle themselves against my fingers, So that I can hardly weave the garland For your hair? Why do they shriek your name And spit at me When I could cluster them? Must I kill them To make them lie still, And send you a wreath of lolling corpses To turn putrid and soft On your forehead While you dance? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PARAGRAPHS: 15 by HAYDEN CARRUTH MARTHA WASHINGTON by SIDNEY LANIER STREET-CRIES: 2. THE SHIP OF EARTH by SIDNEY LANIER JOE HILL LISTENS TO THE PRAYING by KENNETH PATCHEN LEEDLE YAWCOB STRAUSS by CHARLES FOLLEN ADAMS DEATH'S JEST-BOOK: SAILORS' [OR MARINERS'] SONG by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |