Skin as black an' jes as sof' as a velvet dress, Teeth as white as ivory — well dey is I guess. Eyes dat's jes as big an' bright as de evenin' star; An' dat hol' some sort o' light lublier by far. Hair don't hang 'way down her back; plaited up in rows; Wid de two en's dat's behin' tied wid ribben bows. Han's dat raly wuz'n made fu' hard work, I'm sho'; Got a little bit o' foot; weahs a numbah fo'. You jes oughtah see dat gal Sunday's w'en she goes To de Baptis' meetin' house, dressed in her bes' clo'es. W'en she puts her w'ite dress on an' othah things so fine; Now, Su', don't you know I'm proud o' dat gal o' mine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ROARING FROST by ALICE MEYNELL ON THE DEATH OF THE REV. MR. GEORGE WHITEFIELD, 1770 by PHILLIS WHEATLEY SONNET: TO SLEEP by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH ARETEMIAS by ANTIPATER OF SIDON VERSES TO HER WHO IS JUSTLY ENTITLED TO THEM by BERNARD BARTON CHRISTMAS by CHARLOTTE LOUISE BERTLESEN THE THREE PLEASURES by JULIEN AUGUSTE PELAGE BRIZEUX THE ZEALLESS XYLOGRAPHER; DEDICATED TO THE END OF THE DICTIONARY by MARY ELIZABETH MAPES DODGE |