HOW many feet ran with sunlight, water, and air? What little devils shaken of laughter, cramming their little ribs with chuckles, Fixed this lone red tulip, a woman's mouth of passion kisses, a nun's mouth of sweet thinking, here topping a straight line of green, a pillar stem? Who hurled this bomb of red caresses? -- nodding balloon-film shooting its wireless every fraction of a second these June days: Love me before I die; Love me -- love me now. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...REPULSE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON DOMESDAY BOOK: LOVERIDGE CHASE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS IN THE DAYS OF PRISMATIC COLOR by MARIANNE MOORE DOCTOR OF BILLIARDS by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON NEIGHBORS by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON |