First comes the sprightly damsel Playingcard In garb fantastic spotted like the pard With Heart and Club and Diamond and Spade; Lightly she comes, poor unsuspecting maid She does not see how Bluebeard on the sly Plucks a Blue Hair, his carving-knife to try. The crime of Playingcard was brightening life. For that she dies -- bring on another wife! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AELLA: THE MINSTREL'S SONG by THOMAS CHATTERTON MY LETTERS by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM THE TIDES by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT A BAGATELLE by JAMES G. BURNETT OMAR KHAYYAM by CHRISTOPHER PEARSE CRANCH THE BLACK RIDERS: 58 by STEPHEN CRANE |