You knew her? -- Mary the small, How of a summer, -- or, no, was it fall? You'd never have thought it, never believed, But the girl owned a lamb last fall. Its wool was subtly, silky white, Color of lucent obliteration of night, Like the shimmering snow or -- our Clothild's arm! You've seen her arm -- her right, I mean -- The other she scalded a-washing, I ween -- How white it is and soft and warm? Ah, there was soul's heart-love, deep, true, and tender, Wherever went Mary, the maiden so slender, There followed, his all-absorbed passion, inciting, That passionate lambkin -- her soul's heart delighting -- Ay, every place that Mary sought in, That lamb was sure to soon be caught in. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHAMBER MUSIC: 28 by JAMES JOYCE HOW TO BE A POET (TO REMIND MYSELF) by WENDELL BERRY SPECIAL EFFECTS by JAMES GALVIN JAWEH AND ALLAH BATTLE by ALLEN GINSBERG THE RETURN (2) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON DOWN BY THE CARIB SEA: 5. THE DANCING GIRL by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON |