Mister Wang the Graduate laughs at my poor prosody I don't know a wasp's waist much less a crane's knee I can't keep my flat tones straight all my words come helter-skelter I laugh at the poems he writes a blind man's songs about the sun | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN MAY by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR OH! SUSANNA! by STEPHEN COLLINS FOSTER NOCTURNAL SKETCH; BLANK VERSE IN RHYME by THOMAS HOOD AN ALPINE DESCENT by SAMUEL ROGERS SONG OF THE FATHERLAND by ERNST MORITZ ARNDT TO A BUNCH OF GRAPES; RIPENING IN MY WINDOW by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |