Would that I were a turnip white, Or raven black, Or miserable hack Dragging a cab from left to right; Or would I were the showman of a sight, Or weary donkey with a laden back, Or racer in a sack, Or freezing traveller on an Alpine height; Or would I were straw catching as I drown, (A wretched landsman I who cannot swim,) Or watching a lone vessel sink, Rather than writing: I would change my pink Gauze for a hideous yellow satin gown With deep-cut scolloped edges and a rim. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...APRIL, 1885 by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES THE WILD GAZELLE by GEORGE GORDON BYRON PICCADILLY CIRCUS AT NIGHT: STREETWALKERS by DAVID HERBERT LAWRENCE ON THE EPHEMERALNESS OF BEAUTY by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS BEING RETIRED, COMPLAINS AGAINST THE COURT by PHILIP AYRES THE CRUSADERS' MARCH by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN |