I TOOK my little secret sins Down to the creek to drown, Five cunning ones of black and white And two of shining brown. I set them down in one long row And bade them meditate Upon their foolish wicked ways That led them to this fate. They looked at me so wistfully And promised to be good, I yielded to their pleading eyes And hid them in the wood. But when I had reached home again, There perched upon my sill Were all those naughty sins of mine, And they are with me still! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DINNER IN A QUICK LUNCH ROOM by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET TO ABRAHAM LINCOLN by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON MONADNOCK IN EARLY SPRING by AMY LOWELL ON CARPACCIO'S PICTURE: THE DREAM OF ST. URSALA; SONNET by AMY LOWELL SURFACES AND MASKS; 3 by CLARENCE MAJOR |