HERE in a cage the dollars come down. To the click of a tube the dollars tumble. And out of a mouth the dollars run. I finger the dollars, Paper and silver, Thousands a day. Some days it's fun to finger the dollars. Some days... the dollars keep on in a sob or a whisper: A flame of rose in the hair, A flame of silk at the throat. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ONE FAVORED ACORN by ROBERT FROST BENEDICTION by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE GHOST OF DEACON BROWN by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON SENRYU: BLIND DATE by TIMOTHY LIU OF JACOPO DEL SELLAIO by EZRA POUND SONNET by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON |