I am sorry, she would say: That's all right, I would murmur. She stood with her back toward me, my nose nearly touching. The train lurched to the right, giving me the space to breathe in freely, and I waited for the swing back when I would have to lift her from my chest, with my two hands -- how else? -- braced against her buttocks, and I waited in the sober spirit of the ride. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...COMIN' THRO' THE RYE by ROBERT BURNS A DIALOGUE BETWEEN TWO SHEPHERDS IN PRAISE OF ASTRAEA by MARY SIDNEY HERBERT ANTONY AND [OR, TO] CLEOPATRA by WILLIAM HAINES LYTLE MIRACLE by LIBERTY HYDE BAILEY WALT WHITMAN by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) WHY TELL? by CHARLES WILLIAM BRODRIBB |