He sings from the bottom of a well but she can hear him up through the oat straw, toads, boards, three entwined snakes. It quiets the cattle they say mythically as who alive has tried it, their blank stares, cows digesting song. Rumen. Her long hissing glides at the roller-skating rink, skates to calves to thighs to ass in blue satin and organ music. How could you be sane if 250,000 came to the Isle of Wight to hear your songs near the sea and they looked like an ocean? Darling companion. We'll listen until it threatens and walls fall to trumpet sounds or not and this true drug lifts us up. That noise that came to us out in the dark, grizzly, leviathan, drags the dead horse away to hollow swelling growls. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE TWENTY-THIRD PSALM by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE SONGS IN ABSENCE: 7. THE SHIP by ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH MADAGASCAR: AUBADE by WILLIAM DAVENANT ALICE IN WONDERLAND: THE WALRUS AND THE CARPENTER by CHARLES LUTWIDGE DODGSON TO THE MEMORY OF THE BRAVE AMERICANS UNDER GENERAL GREENE by PHILIP FRENEAU THE AMERICAN FOREST GIRL by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS CONCERT PARTY: BUSSEBOOM by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 2 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH |