SELL me a violin, mister, of old mysterious wood. Sell me a fiddle that has kissed dark nights on the forehead where men kiss sisters they love. Sell me dried wood that has ached with passion clutching the knees and arms of a storm. Sell me horsehair and rosin that has sucked at the breasts of the morning sun for milk. Sell me something crushed in the heartsblood of pain readier than ever for one more song. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN A BYE-CANAL by HERMAN MELVILLE STRANGE MEETINGS: 10 by HAROLD MONRO PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 58. AL-MUHSI by EDWIN ARNOLD MEMORY'S VISIT by DEAN ALETTA BAILLIE AT CAMDEN by KATHARINE LEE BATES MID-OCEAN by WILLIAM ROSE BENET THIEPVAL WOOD by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN FORT GRISWOLD, SEPT. 6, 1781 by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD |