What love Do these men give their women That is like the love they spend On this iron harlot With the sky between her breasts? What kisses Like the red sting of rivets Have they left on any lips? You will not find The full fruit of their loins In any daughters, any sons -- But lift your gaze, and stare long Toward the sky's edge. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BERG (A DREAM) by HERMAN MELVILLE FIRST FRUITS IN 1812 [AUGUST 19, 1812] by WALLACE RICE THE FIRST GRAY HAIR by THOMAS HAYNES BAYLY JUDGES: SONG OF DEBORAH; FRAGMENTS by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THE DEAD ROVER by BERTON BRALEY ON WORKS OF MERCY AND COMPASSION; PROOFS OF TRUE RELIGION by JOHN BYROM |