O WHY do you walk through the fields in gloves, Missing so much and so much? O fat white woman, whom nobody loves, Why do you walk through the fields in gloves, When the grass is soft as the breast of doves And shivering-sweet to the touch? O why do you walk through the fields in gloves, Missing so much and so much? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PERSPECTIVE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE NIGHT MAIL NORTH (EUSTON SQUARE, 1840) by HENRY CHOLMONDELEY-PENNELL PANDOSTO, THE TRIUMPH OF TIME: IN PRAISE OF HIS BEST-BELOVED FAWNIA by ROBERT GREENE EPIGRAM ON QUEEN CAROLINE'S DEATHBED by ALEXANDER POPE |