The unfortunate human disorder a palate that never wearies of steamed baby pig in garlic of roast duck with pepper and salt of deboned raw fish mince of unskinned fried pork cheek unaware of the bitterness of others' lives as long as their own are sweet | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WAR IS KIND: 12 by STEPHEN CRANE THE BUGLER'S FIRST COMMUNION by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS THE SURRENDER AT APPOMATTOX [APRIL 9, 1865] by HERMAN MELVILLE ROMANCE by WALTER JAMES REDFERN TURNER LILIES: 12. 'YET I ENDURE.' by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |