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...ARMOR by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON A REPUBLIC! by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |