STYLE -- go ahead talking about style. You can tell where a man gets his style just as you can tell where Pavlowa got her legs or Ty Cobb his batting eye. Go on talking. Only don't take my style away. It's my face. Maybe no good but anyway, my face. I talk with it, I sing with it, I see, taste and feel with it, I know why I want to keep it. Kill my style and you break Pavlowa's legs, and you blind Ty Cobb's batting eye. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AMERICAN NAMES by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET BREAKFAST by WILFRID WILSON GIBSON THE BATTLE OF BLENHEIM by ROBERT SOUTHEY EDWIN MORRIS; OR, THE LAKE by ALFRED TENNYSON YOUTH, DAY, OLD AGE AND NIGHT by WALT WHITMAN THE SECOND DAYES LAMENTATION OF THE AFFECTIONATE SHEPHEARD by RICHARD BARNFIELD |