He takes a lot of staccato steps, stops -- Like a busy toe-dancer with dizzy tops That never cease spinning, twinkling a minute Until they come to the end of what's in it. He runs on a line like a tight-rope walker -- Tries not to look scared -- nor to answer a talker. He might be as deaf as a man who surveys Two spots with a string for the high wire ways. No matter how fast he may go or stop dead -- He holds his head still -- an oblivious head; But just down below, they twist and they squirm -- Like a terrified crowd or an angle worm. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LOREINE: A HORSE by ARTHUR DAVISON FICKE ANTONY AND [OR, TO] CLEOPATRA by WILLIAM HAINES LYTLE ANDRE'S LAST REQUEST [OR, REQUEST TO WASHINGTON] [OCTOBER 1, 1780] by NATHANIEL PARKER WILLIS THE KING'S HAND by MUHAMMAD AL-MU'TAMID II THE MENU by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH BRITANNIA'S PASTORALS: BOOK 2. THE THIRD SONG by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) THE WANDERER: 3. IN ENGLAND: THE DEATH OF KING HACON by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |