ANNE-ALONE has a house Without any garden— Squirrels hide their nuts there With never a "Pardon!" None ever call At Anne-alone's house, Those who come @3stay,@1 Even the field mouse! There's plenty of room For, with the door wide, No one can tell Outside from inside You can sit on the roof— All the birds do it— They fly all around And they fly right through it. Anne-alone doesn't mind, She likes their chatter. Whenever a guest leaves He goes away fatter— But, should a boy come, Somebody warns her, And the house @3isn't there@1 But around the corner! Of course you can guess What Anne-alone's house is? And, if you should watch As still as a mouse is, One day you may see Anne-alone—but I doubt it, @3She doesn't like boys@1 And that's all about it! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO KNOW IN REVERIE THE ONLY PHENOMENOLOGY OF THE ABSOLUTE by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE UNCERTAINTY PRINCIPLE by JAMES GALVIN STUDY FOR A GEOGRAPHICAL TRAIL; 1. SEATTLE by CLARENCE MAJOR BOOTH'S PHILIPPI by EDGAR LEE MASTERS CHARLOTTE CORDAY (REVOLUTIONARY TRIBUNAL, JULY 17, 1793) by EDGAR LEE MASTERS GALAHAD IN THE CASTLE OF THE MAIDENS by SARA TEASDALE |