STYLE -- go ahead talking about style. You can tell where a man gets his style just as you can tell where Pavlowa got her legs or Ty Cobb his batting eye. Go on talking. Only don't take my style away. It's my face. Maybe no good but anyway, my face. I talk with it, I sing with it, I see, taste and feel with it, I know why I want to keep it. Kill my style and you break Pavlowa's legs, and you blind Ty Cobb's batting eye. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SINGER OF ONE SONG by HENRY AUGUSTIN BEERS THE PIED PIPER OF HAMELIN by ROBERT BROWNING CHANSON INNOCENTE: 2, FR. TULIPS by EDWARD ESTLIN CUMMINGS VERSES TO HER ROYAL HIGHNESS THE DUCHESS OF YORK by JOHN DRYDEN I HEAR AMERICA SINGING by WALT WHITMAN THE FIRST BREAK by ALEXANDER ANDERSON |