THIS was her table, these her trim outspread Brushes and trays and porcelain cups for red; Here state she, while her women tired and curled The most unhappy head in all the world. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPRING BLIZZARD by JAMES GALVIN THE QUARREL by KATHERINE MANSFIELD PICKING AND CHOOSING by MARIANNE MOORE |