Oh Curves, meanderings, Tricks of the liar, What skill more gentle Than this delay? May I be your guide? I know what I do, And my fell design Will not injure you . . . (Although she smiles So confidently, Such liberty Bewilders her!) Oh Curves, meanderings, Tricks of the liar, I will make you wait For the gentlest word. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DEVOURER OF NATIONS by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET THE BIRDS DO THUS by ROBERT FROST EVERYBODY KNOWS by DAVID IGNATOW LET ME NOT HATE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON MATE (2) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON RETROSPECT by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |