Song for Nat King Cole and the dog who ate the baby from the carriage as if the carriage were a bowl. A leafy peace & wormless earth we want, no wires, connections, struts or props, only guitars and flutes. The song of a man with a dirty-minded wife -- there is smoke from her pit which is the pit of a peach. I wrenched my back horribly chopping down a tree -- quiff, quim, queeritus, peter hoister, pray for torn backs. The crickets are chirping tonight and an ant crosses the sleeping body of a snake to get to the other side. I love the inventions of men, the pea sheller, the cherry picker, the hay baler, the gun and throne and grenade. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE IDAHO EGG WOMAN by KAREN SWENSON AN INTERNATIONAL EPISODE (1889) by CAROLINE KING DUER THE BARON'S LAST BANQUET by ALBERT GORTON GREENE THE MOURNING-GARMENT: THE SHEPHERD'S WIFE'S SONG by ROBERT GREENE CORINNA TO TANAGRA, FROM ATHENS by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR IDYLLS OF THE KING: MERLIN AND VIVIEN by ALFRED TENNYSON PREFATORY POEM TO MY BROTHER'S SONNETS by ALFRED TENNYSON |