Oh, Man, I think I know just why it is you sigh -- It is to be as beautiful and soft and brown as I. Knowing that when I'm dead, my warm and cuddly skin Will be tucked tenderly beneath a dimpled chin, Will be so gently fingered and adored . . . Death will, to me, much happiness afford. There be far better things than a smooth, round bosom? Then you, my doubting friend, are free to choose'em; And I'll always have this soothing thought to bless, That many a brave and daring man has died for less! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WIZARD IN WORDS by MARIANNE MOORE A MILLION YOUNG WORKMEN, 1915 by CARL SANDBURG THE POET'S TESTAMENT by GEORGE SANTAYANA THE SNOW MAN by WALLACE STEVENS THE LOTOS-EATERS by ALFRED TENNYSON |