O WHY do you walk through the fields in gloves, Missing so much and so much? O fat white woman, whom nobody loves, Why do you walk through the fields in gloves, When the grass is soft as the breast of doves And shivering-sweet to the touch? O why do you walk through the fields in gloves, Missing so much and so much? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN EQUAL SACRIFICE by ROBERT FROST THE PRODIGAL SON by DAVID IGNATOW NEW YEAR'S EVE by DAVID IGNATOW |