See my dainty little girl, Pink and white, and hair a-curl, At the height of happiness With a "spick-and-spandy" dress! Smoothing that way, pressing this, Every crinkle is a bliss, Every ruffle a delight, And the sash is heaven outright! Such an innocent am I With the latest book I buy. Use and thought and profitings, -- They are secondary things. Now, it quite suffices me Just to hold it lovingly, Breathe its fragrance on the air, Test the binding firm and fair, Press its cover like a friend, Turn its pages to the end, Note the type, the gilding fine, Write my name, and make it mine! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SHALL I SAY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO W.E.B. DUBOIS - SCHOLAR by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SURFACES AND MASKS; 6 by CLARENCE MAJOR SONG BY THE WINDOW BEFORE BED by KATHERINE MANSFIELD IN 'DESIGNING A CLOAK TO CLOAK HIS DESIGNS' YOU WRESTED FROM OBLIVION by MARIANNE MOORE |