SEE dis pictyah in my han'? Dat 's my gal; Ain 't she purty? goodness lan'! Huh name Sal. Dat 's de very way she be -- Kin' o' tickles me to see Huh a-smilin' back at me. She sont me dis photygraph Jes' las' week; An' aldough hit made me laugh -- My black cheek Felt somethin' a-runnin' queer; Bless yo' soul, it was a tear Jes' f'om wishin' she was here. Often when I's all alone Layin' here, I git t'inkin' 'bout my own Sallie dear; How she say dat I 's huh beau, An' hit tickles me to know Dat de gal do love me so. Some bright day I 's goin' back, Fo' de la! An' ez sho' 's my face is black, Ax huh pa Fu' de blessed little miss Who 's a-smilin' out o dis Pictyah, lak she wan'ed a kiss! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ODE INSCRIBED TO W.H. CHANNING by RALPH WALDO EMERSON SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: RUTHERFORD MCDOWELL by EDGAR LEE MASTERS STEVENSON'S BIRTHDAY by KATHERINE WISE MILLER THE CENCI; A TRAGEDY: ACTS 4-5 by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY |