I bought a dishmop -- having no daughter -- for they had twisted fine ribbons of shining copper about white twine and made a tousled head of it, fastened it upon a turned ash stick slender at the neck straight, tall -- when tied upright on the brass wallbracket to be a light for me and naked as a girl should seem to her father. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LAMENT FOR THE DEATH OF EOGHAN RUADH (OWEN ROE) O'NEIL by THOMAS OSBORNE DAVIS MOTHER O' MINE by RUDYARD KIPLING THE INTRODUCTION by AL-DHAHABI THE WIRES by ALEXANDER ANDERSON BRUCE: HOW THE BRUCE CROSSED LOCH LOMOND by JOHN BARBOUR GOOD NIGHT by HESTER A. BENEDICT ANOTHER JOURNEY FROM BETHUNE TO CUINCHY by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |