The family tree from which you came, I somehow, hesitate to name Some lizard or hissing snake, As fictional stories go that make A curious something you are not; But always puzzles me as to what Your being really is. A heart With latent strength enough to start A drachm of hottest scarlet blood And keep it going at swiftest flood A thousand beats or more an hour, Must have evolved with creative power To change a sickening hiss to word The musical notes of a singing bird. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE INCORRIGIBLE DIRIGIBLE by HAYDEN CARRUTH SOMEBODY LOVED ME by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON A BANJO SONG by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON THE RIVALS by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON A FLORIDA SUNDAY by SIDNEY LANIER TO NANNETTE FALK-AUERBACH by SIDNEY LANIER DOMESDAY BOOK: CHARLES WARREN, THE SHERIFF by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |