You exquisite chunk of mud Kathleen -- just like any other chunk of mud! -- especially in April! Curl up round their shoes when they try to step on you, spoil the polish! I shall laugh till I am sick at their amazement. Do they expect the ground to be always solid? Give them the slip then; let them sit in you; soil their pants; teach them a dignity that is dignity, the dignity of mud! Lie basking in the sun then -- fast asleep! Even become dust on occasion. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPECIMEN OF AN INDUCTION TO A POEM by JOHN KEATS LETTER TO MY SISTER by ANNE SPENCER EPISTLE TO DR. ENFIELD ON HIS REVISITING WARRINGTON IN 1789 by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE ELDER'S REBUKE by EMILY JANE BRONTE CHAMPLAIN AND LAKE CHAMPLAIN by DANIEL LEAVENS CADY |