Limb to limb, mouth to mouth with the bleached grass silver mist lies upon the back yards among the outhouses. The dwarf trees pirouette awkwardly to it -- whirling round on one toe; the big tree smiles and glances upward! Tense with suppressed excitement the fences watch where the ground has humped an aching shoulder for the ecstasy. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...1914: 1. PEACE by RUPERT BROOKE THE PLANTATION CHILD'S LULLABY by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE MESSAGE, FR. THE FAIR MAID OF THE EXCHANGE by THOMAS HEYWOOD THE EAGLE THAT IS FORGOTTEN by NICHOLAS VACHEL LINDSAY THE ROSARY by ROBERT CAMERON ROGERS A HIGH-TONED OLD CHRISTIAN WOMAN by WALLACE STEVENS |