In Winter in my Room I came upon a Worm- Pink, lank and warm- But as he was a worm And worms presume Not quite with him at home- Secured him by a string To something neighboring And went along. A Trifle afterward A thing occurred I'd not believe it if I heard But state with creeping blood- A snake with mottles rare Surveyed my chamber floor In feature as the worm before But ringed with power- The very string with which I tied him-too When he was mean and new That string was there- I shrank-"How fair you are"! Propitiation's claw- "Afraid," he hissed "Of me"? "No cordiality"- He fathomed me- Then to a Rhythm Slim Secreted in his Form As Patterns swim Projected him. That time I flew Both eyes his way Lest he pursue Nor ever ceased to run Till in a distant Town Towns on from mine I set me down This was a dream. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE COASTERS by THOMAS FLEMING DAY LINES; SUGGESTED BY GRAVES TWO ENGLISH SOLDIERS ON CONCORD by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL ROMAIOS by WILLAM GAY BALLANTINE SUNRISE AND SUNSET: 2. SUNSET by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) JANUARY FULL MOON, YPRES by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN MATER DOLOROSA by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN |