The silver betel box is formed by two geese nestled closely as a contented couple in their silver scallops of feathers. Empty in the shop window in Bangkok of all but its beauty, what household of servants and polished teak did it belong to before it came through the jungle in a pocket to buy a month's rice? The able hands, brown as bread crusts, that formed this sheen of necks and breasts are matched by another pair, the color of rouge, which practice death's craft in the paradox of hands mated perfectly as these shining geese. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A LILY by JAMES MATHEWES LEGARE EPIGRAM: PERJURY by ROBERT NUGENT SONG: TO CELIA by PHILOSTRATUS STELLA'S BIRTHDAY, 1718 by JONATHAN SWIFT I DREAM I'M LEAVING by MARGARET AHO DRINKING SONG (4) by ALCAEUS OF MYTILENE |