第40章 CROSS-CURRENTS
- Anthology of Massachusetts Poets
- 佚名
- 77字
- 2016-03-02 16:21:46
THEY wrapped my soul in eiderdown;
They placed me warm and snug In carved chair; set me with care Upon an old prayer rug.
They cased my feet in golden shoes That hurt at toe and heel;My restless feet, with youth all fleet, Nor asked how they might feel.
And now they wonder where I am, And search with shrill, cold cry;But I crouch low where tall reeds grow, And smile as they pass by!