STRANGE pie that is almost a passion, O passion immoral for pie! Unknown are the ways that they fashion, Unknown and unseen of the eye. The pie that is marbled and mottled, The pie that digests with a sigh: For all is not Bass that is bottled, And all is not pork that is pie. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A PORTRAIT by ARTHUR WILLIAM SYMONS MORNING STAR by IDA MAY BORNCAMP THE TAPESTRY by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES CASEMENT WINDOWS by CLARISSA BROOKS THE JEWISH PILGRIM by FRANCES BROWNE THE WANDERER: 1. IN ITALY: ON THE SEA by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |