Here with my treasured Three I sit, Here in my little house of joy, Sharing one fire, and on one mat: My wife and my dog, Beauty Boy, And my black Venus of a cat. But while they sleep I sit and think: Will Death take my black Venus first; Shall I be first, or Beauty Boy, Or Dinah, whom I love the most -- To leave this little house of joy? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO BE CLOSELY WRITTEN ON A SMALL PIECE OF PAPER by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS AN OLD MAN'S WINTER NIGHT by ROBERT FROST VAQUERO by CINCINNATUS HEINE MILLER SONNET: 116 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE OUR MORNING GLORY by LEVI BISHOP |