She does not know Her beauty, She thinks her brown body Has no glory. If she could dance Naked, Under palm trees And see her image in the river She would know. But there are no palm trees On the street, And dish water gives back no images. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CASTLE BY THE SEA by JOHANN LUDWIG UHLAND TO ONE SHORTLY TO DIE by WALT WHITMAN THE PUMPKIN by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER SUMMER'S JOE by PATRICK JOHN MCALISTER ANDERSON DAWN MAGIC by CHARLOTTE LOUISE BERTLESEN WRESTLING by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 9 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH |