Down by the river-front, beside the docks, Susie scrubs in a quick lunch bummer's hole. She steals the money from the cashier's box, Being too ugly now to steal his soul. Susie's a used-up whiskey-dyed old shoddy -- Once she drew encores in the cabarets And sculptors sought her for her lovely body, So she did posing on her vacant days. Now when she shuffles past the wharves to work The sailors when they see her turn away And some make jokes at her Saint Vitus jerk And others give her nickels from their pay. Yet there's a bronze nymph in a museum room That Susie posed for when she was in bloom. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WERENA MY HEART'S LICHT I WAD DEE by GRISELL BAILLIE TO NATURE by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH HARVEST OUT OF STONE by VERNE BRIGHT SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 25 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING MEDITATIONS FOR EVERY DAY IN PASSION WEEK: TUESDAY by JOHN BYROM MADONNA OF THE MARKETPLACE by ETHEL TONRY CARPENTER THE LEGEND OF GOOD WOMEN: 9. THE LEGEND OF HYPERMNESTRA by GEOFFREY CHAUCER |