I THOUGHT of killing myself because I am only a bricklayer and you a woman who loves the man who runs a drug store. I don't care like I used to; I lay bricks straighter than I used to and I sing slower handling the trowel afternoons. When the sun is in my eyes and the ladders are shaky and the mortar boards go wrong, I think of you. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CAMELOPARD by HILAIRE BELLOC THE HILL ABOVE THE MINE by MALCOLM COWLEY FRAGMENT by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON GIANT RED WOMAN by CLARENCE MAJOR SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: EUGENE CARMAN by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |