Every woman, you say, has her price: a house with trees and tricycles, a yellow porcelain sink that matches shine to shine the kitchen cabinets, and some are more expensive requiring Tiffany's and other labels draped over their luncheon chairs. These are the bargains of love or quiet or just another body to be by. But are they? Isn't this the way we counter what we will not give, a game of poker-chip exchange - an emerald for emotion, not an equal sign but the ellipse of instead of - because what would I do if you or anyone walked into the room in the middle of the commercial and asked for my life? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MOTHER AND POET; TURIN, AFTER THE NEWS FROM GAETA, 1861 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING A DAY DREAM by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE VERSES SUPPOSED TO BE WRITTEN BY ALEXANDER SELKIRK by WILLIAM COWPER INVITATION by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS THE FALCON by GRACE UPDEGRAFF BERGEN DON JUAN: CANTO 10 by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THE YEARLY DISTRESS; OR, TITHING TIME AT STOCK IN ESSEX by WILLIAM COWPER |