SEE dis pictyah in my han'? Dat 's my gal; Ain 't she purty? goodness lan'! Huh name Sal. Dat 's de very way she be -- Kin' o' tickles me to see Huh a-smilin' back at me. She sont me dis photygraph Jes' las' week; An' aldough hit made me laugh -- My black cheek Felt somethin' a-runnin' queer; Bless yo' soul, it was a tear Jes' f'om wishin' she was here. Often when I's all alone Layin' here, I git t'inkin' 'bout my own Sallie dear; How she say dat I 's huh beau, An' hit tickles me to know Dat de gal do love me so. Some bright day I 's goin' back, Fo' de la! An' ez sho' 's my face is black, Ax huh pa Fu' de blessed little miss Who 's a-smilin' out o dis Pictyah, lak she wan'ed a kiss! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EROS by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES THE HOUSE OF HOSPITALITIES by THOMAS HARDY THE GRASSHOPPER AND THE CRICKET by JAMES HENRY LEIGH HUNT LOVE'S RESURRECTION DAY by LOUISE CHANDLER MOULTON LUCASIA, ROSANIA, AND ORINDA PARTING AT A FOUNTAIN by KATHERINE PHILIPS THE MASK OF ANARCHY; WRITTEN ON OCCASION OF MASSACRE AT MANCHESTER by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY THE WASTE PLACES by JAMES STEPHENS ON THE MOOR by ROBERT ADAMSON (1832-) THE PLEASURES OF IMAGINATION; A POEM. ENLARGED VERSION: BOOK 4 by MARK AKENSIDE |