Ladies, I crave your indulgence for My friend Wu Kee; young, agile, clear-eyed And clean-limbed, his muscles ripple Under the thin blue shirt; and his naked feet, in Their straw sandals, lift at the heels, shift and Find new postures continually. Your husband's shirts to wash, please, for Wu Kee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FIRELIGHT by KATHERINE MANSFIELD THE FIDDLING WOOD by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET SPRING NOTES FROM ROBIN HILL by HAYDEN CARRUTH PLEDGE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON CORPORATE ENTITY by ARCHIBALD MACLEISH BETRAND AND GOURGAUD TALK OVER OLD TIMES by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |