OUT of the clothes that cover me Tight as the skin is on the grape, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable shape. In the fell clutch of bone and steel I have not whined nor cried aloud; Whatever else I may conceal, I show my thoughts unshamed and proud. The forms of other actorines I put away into the shade; All of them flossy near-blondines Find and shall find me unafraid. It matters not how straight the tape, How cold the weather is, or warm -- I am the mistress of my shape -- I am the captain of my form. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: TENNESSEE CLAFLIN SHOPE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS BY THE STATUE OF KING CHARLES AT CHARING CROSS by LIONEL PIGOT JOHNSON LE MARAIS DU CYNGE by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER A RHYMED REVIEW; 'LAUGHING MUSE' (BY ARTHUR GUITERMAN) by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS THE MORAL FABLES: THE FOX, THE WOLF, AND THE CADGER by AESOP THE ANT-HEAP by ARTHUR CHRISTOPHER BENSON |