MY baby has a mottled fist, My baby has a neck in creases; My baby kisses and is kissed, For he's the very thing for kisses. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE NEGRO'S TRAGEDY by CLAUDE MCKAY THE FORERUNNERS by GEORGE HERBERT THE RUBAIYAT, 1889 EDITION: 19 by OMAR KHAYYAM LUCY (5) by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH DOWN BY THE SALLEY GARDENS by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS SPANISH SPRING by JEAN D. ARMSTRONG |