Some Gypsies are like her, Wild, dark, free! Beads on her middle jimp For girdle wore she. That brown woman Lilith, For dinner one day, Poaching in Paradise, Found Adam at play. "You're some like the Father, And some like the Snake, Some like a sweet rarity God's made for my sake. "God's made me a rarity, The very first man! I'll be a true leman As long as I can!" In a mud loblolly, Barefooted, he played -- Adam, that builded The first bower made. Beads on her middle jimp, Hell-black hair -- Her beads and her beauty Were raiment rare! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOW'S MY BOY? by SYDNEY THOMPSON DOBELL THE TRAGEDY OF VALENTINIAN: THE POWER OF LOVE by JOHN FLETCHER COURAGE THAT OVERCOMES by MARGARETE ROSE AKIN PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 10. AL-JABBAR by EDWIN ARNOLD LIFE AND YOU by CHARLOTTE LOUISE BERTLESEN BEAUTIFUL HANDS by INA LADD BROWN DOVECOTT MILL: 3. THE MILL by PHOEBE CARY |