Her hips, so wide-distended From her slim waist suspended Exert their tyranny On her as much as me. I think upon their treason And suffer in my reason; And she has aching thighs When she attempts to rise. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHERE? by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON NEBUCHADNEZZAR: OR EATING GRASS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE SOWER AND HIS SEED by WILLIAM EDWARD HARTPOLE LECKY THE ALTAR STONE by RICHARD ALEXANDER THE DIVISION OF POLAND by EDWIN ARNOLD |