I am walked on a leash by my dog and am water only to be crossed by a bridge. Dog and bridge. An ear not owned by a face, an egg without a yolk and my mother without a rooster. Not to have been. London has no bees and it is bee time. No hounds in the orchard, no small craft warnings or sailing ships. In how many poems through how many innocent branches has the moon peeked without being round. This song is for New York City who peeled me like an apple, the fat off the lamb, raw and coreless. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PROPERZIA ROSSI by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS THE CHILD'S FIRST GRIEF by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS SARRAZINE'S SONG, FR. CHAITIVEL by MARIE DE FRANCE SONNET: 8. WHEN THE ASSAULT WAS INTENDED TO THE CITY by JOHN MILTON THE OLD MAN'S WISH by WALTER POPE SONNET: 148 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE ALCAICS: TO H. F. BROWN by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON |