Have I seen her? Only through the window across the street. If I go meeting her on the corner some damned fool will go blabbing it to the old man and she'll get hell. He's a queer old bastard! Every time he sees me you'd think I wanted to kill him. But I figure it out it's best to let things stay as they are -- for a while at least. It's hard giving up the thing you want most in the world, but with this damned pump of mine liable to give out . . . She's a good kid and I'd hate to hurt her but if she can get over it -- it'd be the best thing. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO LIVE MERRILY AND TO TRUST TO GOOD VERSES by ROBERT HERRICK THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 19. SILENT NOON by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI TIPPERARY: 3. AS THE INTERLINEARS MIGHT TAKE IT FROM XENOPHON by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS WINDS OF LIFE by MARJORIE DUGDALE ASHE AN UPPER CHAMBER by FRANCES BANNERMAN OUTSIDE THE TOYSHOP by JANE BARLOW TO THE DEAD by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD |