WHEN I had met my love the twentieth time, She put me to confession day and night: Did I like woman far above all things, Or did the songs I make give more delight? "Listen, you sweeter flower than ever smiled In April's sunny face," I said at last -- "The voices and the legs of birds and women Have always pleased my ears and eyes the most." And saying this, I watched my love with care, Not knowing would my words offend or please: But laughing gayly, her delighted breasts Sent ripples down her body to her knees. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: WIDOW MCFARLANE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE MARMOZET by HILAIRE BELLOC WE CAN'T WRITE OURSELVES INTO ETERNAL LIFE by DAVID IGNATOW DEVASTATION by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON CRITIC AND POET by EMMA LAZARUS WORDS INTO WORDS WON'T GO by CLARENCE MAJOR SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: IMANUEL EHRENHARDT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |