my girl's tall with hard long eyes
as she stands, with her long hard hands keeping
silence on her dress, good for sleeping
is her long hard body filled with surprise
like a white shocking wire, when she smiles
a hard long smile it sometimes makes
gaily go clean through me tickling aches,
and the weak noise of her eyes easily files
my impatience to an edge--my girl's tall
and taut, with thin legs just like a vine
that's spent all of its life on a garden-wall,
and is going to die. When we grimly go to bed
with these legs she begins to heave and twine
about me, and to kiss my face and head.
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Comments2This poem is interesting and unique. I like how the girl is described using strong words like "hard" and "tall". The part where her smile tickling aches really got me. But what's the meaning in the garden-wall line? Is it suggesting that she's strong but also fragile? 🤔 The last line is kinda sweet too but a bit confusing. It's cool to see different sides of a person like this! 🌟
WOW, THIS POEM REALLY GOT TO ME. I GOTTA WRITE AN ESSAY ABOUT IT, BUT I JUST FEEL IT, Y'KNOW?