HERE in a cage the dollars come down. To the click of a tube the dollars tumble. And out of a mouth the dollars run. I finger the dollars, Paper and silver, Thousands a day. Some days it's fun to finger the dollars. Some days... the dollars keep on in a sob or a whisper: A flame of rose in the hair, A flame of silk at the throat. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LOW BAROMETER by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES PISGAH SIGHTS by ROBERT BROWNING AGAINST QUARRELLING AND FIGHTING by ISAAC WATTS SONNET WRITTEN IN THE FALL OF 1914: 2 by GEORGE EDWARD WOODBERRY THE PESSIMIST by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON |