That her left foot is smaller if only slightly than her right and when bare cloven down to the arch. Lovers when they are up and down and think they are whirling look like a pink tractor tire from the ceiling. Drag the wooden girl to the fire but don't throw her in as would the Great Diana of Asia. Oh the price, the price price. Oh the toll, the toll toll. Oh the cost, the cost cost. Of her he thought. To dogs and fire, Bengal tiger, gorilla, Miura bull throw those who hate thee, let my love be perfect. I will lift her up out of Montana where her hoof bruised my thigh. I planted apple trees all day. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WASTED HOURS by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES GO DOWN DEATH; A FUNERAL SERMON by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON IDYLLS OF THE KING: LANCELOT AND ELAINE by ALFRED TENNYSON THE MAIDS OF ELFIN-MERE by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM AN AUTUMNAL THOUGHT, 1795 by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 4. THE OLD VALLEY by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |