They certainly do move with grace, with great sturdiness, these ladies of thin lips in hats above uneven eyes. They move without moving. I look at their eyes, jewels planted deep in skullbone. They move them slowly. I look at their necks, necks as long as a horse's penis. On the runway and in public the women turn slowly, slowly and they smile death warmly. Used with the permission of Copper Canyon Press, P.O. Box 271, Port Townsend, WA 98368-0271, www.cc.press.org | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EPITAPH IN A CHURCH-YARD IN CHARLESTON, SOUTH CAROLINA by AMY LOWELL THE SHELL TO THE PEARL by LOUIS UNTERMEYER THE SILLER CROUN by SUSANNA BLAMIRE SONNET: 129 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE A COURTESAN'S BIRTHDAY by ROBERT AVRETT URANIA; THE WOMAN IN THE MOON: THIS STORY MORALIZED by WILLIAM BASSE |