Blow me a dolphin, glossy and frangible; Blow him ethereal, almost intangible. Blow him of topaz, his fins out of beryl, The air for his home and the water his peril. Any real dolphin would die in the sun So blow me a translucent, crystalline one. Then you may fashion a hart, sleeker, lither Than horse or than bull, and more graceful than either, Antlered and shod out of gold, with the purest Sienna for hide that was never in forest. Any real hart, he would vanish away, So blow me a hart that no hunter can slay. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY FATHER'S FACE by HAYDEN CARRUTH SONGS FOR TWO SEASONS: 1. AFTER GRAVE ILLNESS by CAROL FROST ON GOING UNNOTICED by ROBERT FROST POSSUM SONG (A WARNING) by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON A CERTAIN POET ON THE DEBATES by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |