It is cold. The white moon is up among her scattered stars -- like the bare thighs of the Police Sergeant's wife -- among her five children . . . No answer. Pale shadows lie upon the frosted grass. One answer: It is midnight, it is still and it is cold . . . ! White thighs of the sky! a new answer out of the depths of my male belly: In April . . . In April I shall see again -- In April! the round and perfect thighs of the Police Sergeant's wife perfect still after many babies. Oya! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GREENWOOD CEMETERY by CRAMMOND KENNEDY THE BEAUTIFUL LAND OF NOD by ELLA WHEELER WILCOX CITY LYRICS by NATHANIEL PARKER WILLIS CHARACTERS: MR. AND MRS. EDWARDS by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD URANIA; THE WOMAN IN THE MOON: THE FOURTH CANTO, OR LAST QUARTER by WILLIAM BASSE EUROCLYDON by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN |