My wife's new pink slippers have gay pompons. There is not a spot or a stain on their satin toes or their sides. All night they lie together under her bed's edge. Shivering I catch sight of them and smile, in the morning. Later I watch them descending the stair, hurrying through the doors and round the table, moving stiffly with a shake of their gay pompons! And I talk to them in my secret mind out of pure happiness. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE HEATHEN PASS-EE by ARTHUR CLEMENT HILTON CHRISTMAS BELLS by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW A DEDICATION by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH TO THE LARK by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 28. WATERLOO by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) PSALM 77 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |