STYLE -- go ahead talking about style. You can tell where a man gets his style just as you can tell where Pavlowa got her legs or Ty Cobb his batting eye. Go on talking. Only don't take my style away. It's my face. Maybe no good but anyway, my face. I talk with it, I sing with it, I see, taste and feel with it, I know why I want to keep it. Kill my style and you break Pavlowa's legs, and you blind Ty Cobb's batting eye. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: THE UNKNOWN by EDGAR LEE MASTERS BATTLE OF BRITAIN by CECIL DAY LEWIS O DREAMS, O DESTINATIONS by CECIL DAY LEWIS CAESAR'S LOST TRANSPORT SHIPS by ROBERT FROST HOW THEY GO ON by JAMES GALVIN MY DEATH AS A GIRL I KNEW by JAMES GALVIN ON HUNTINGDON'S 'MIRANDA' by SIDNEY LANIER |