PERMIT me, madame, to declare That I never will compare Eyes of yours to Starlight cold, Or your locks to Sunlight's gold, Or your lips, I'd have you know, To the crimson Jacqueminot. Stuff like that's all very fine When you get so much a line; Since I don't, I scorn to tell Flattering lies. I like too well Sun and Stars and Jacqueminot To flatter them, I'd have you know. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BRIDGE: PROEM. TO BROOKLYN BRIDGE by HAROLD HART CRANE MODERN LOVE: 50 by GEORGE MEREDITH TO ONE IN PARADISE by EDGAR ALLAN POE THE HARES; A FABLE by JAMES BEATTIE IDYLL 6. CLEODAMUS AND MYRSON by BION |