I THOUGHT to win me a name-- Should ring in the ear of the world-- How can I work with small pink fists About my fingers curled? Then adieu to name and to fame. They scarce are worth at the best One touch of this wet little, warm little mouth, With its lips against my breast. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ODE FOR THE BURIAL OF ABRAHAM LINCOLN by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT BEETHOVEN'S THIRD SYMPHONY by RICHARD HOVEY MARE LIBERUM by HENRY VAN DYKE MARGARET FULLER by AMOS BRONSON ALCOTT JIM DALLEY by ALEXANDER ANDERSON SECTION GANG: MORNING by NORMAN BOLKER |