New music might, that sucks men down in howls at sea, please us if trapped in the inner ear. When rising I knew there was a cock in that dream where it shouldn't have been I confess I confess. Say there this elbow tips glass upward, heat rolls down in burns, say hallow this life hid under liquid. Late in the morning Jesus ate his second breakfast, walked out at five years, drove his first nail into a tree. Say the monkey's jaw torn open by howling, say after the drowned man's discovered scowling under the harbor's ice. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TEARS IN SLEEP by LOUISE BOGAN FLOWERS WITHOUT FRUIT by JOHN HENRY NEWMAN TO A LADY: SHE REFUSING TO CONTINUE A DISPUTE WITH ME by MATTHEW PRIOR THE WHITE SHIP by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI LITTLE GOLDENHAIR by F. BURGE SMITH THE BOOK OF THE LETTER, SELECTION by ABRAHAM ABULAFIA BEING RETIRED, COMPLAINS AGAINST THE COURT by PHILIP AYRES UNDOMESTICATED ANIMALS by BERTON BRALEY PARLEYINGS WITH CERTAIN PEOPLE OF IMPORTANCE: CHARLES AVISON by ROBERT BROWNING |