We live in a house On the top of a hill, With sun for a carpet And flowers for the sill, Our teakettle sings, Our forks and our spoons Are made of the silver Of tender young moons; And I turn my head, Pretend not to hear, When neighbors insist, "She lives in the rear." They staunchly deny Three stair-flights can be The same as the top Of a green hill to me, And only when stars Dip low in the night Can I keep on saying "They're wrong and I'm right." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PUSSY-WILLOW TIME by ROBERT FROST I LOOKED FOR LIFE AND DID A SHADOW SEE by JAMES GALVIN TRANSPOSITIONS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON MONOLOGUE FROM A MATTRESS by LOUIS UNTERMEYER DON JUAN IN HELL by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE WEIGHING THE BABY by ETHEL LYNN BEERS |