Hair-braided chestnut, coiled like a lyncher's rope, Eyes-fagots, Lips-old scars, or the first red blisters, Breath-the last sweet scent of cane, And her slim body, white as the ash of black flesh after flame. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BOATMAN by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI AUTUMN WOODS by ANNA M. ACKERMANN SONNET: 9 by RICHARD BARNFIELD THE HARES; A FABLE by JAMES BEATTIE THE WASHINGTON BICENTENNIAL by CLARA BECK |