I remember Don Juan, Riding swiftly in the dawn, Not his promise, nor his vow, Bind him to my memory now, Nothing that he gave or took, Not his manner, or his look! Don Juan! The thought incurs Nothing but his silver spurs. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JOY (1) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON A MENDOCINO MEMORY by EDWIN MARKHAM SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: RICHARD BONE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS ACCOMPLISHED FACTS by CARL SANDBURG MOTHER EARTH by GEORGE SANTAYANA |