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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MARKET DAY, by ABIGAIL CRESSON First Line: It follows up the hill and down Last Line: Not every time, but now and then? Subject(s): Prudishness | |||
It follows up the hill and down -- The road that takes me into town; And, oh, it's many lads I meet With smiles and glances bold or sweet; Eyes that are blue maybe, or black -- But I am never smiling back. I have to hold my tongue and go As prim as if I didn't know. Ah, dear, it's hard -- this being good -- I don't like doing what I should. My basket's always heavy, too -- I need a man's strong arm, I do! I wonder why there's any harm, When all the air's so kind and warm, When smiling lads swing down the road And ask to help me with my load, In smiling back at them again -- Not every time, but now and then? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CLOAK OF LAUGHTER by ABIGAIL CRESSON HOW THE GREAT GUEST CAME by EDWIN MARKHAM FEBRUARY IN ROME by EDMUND WILLIAM GOSSE MARIPOSA by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY NATURAL HISTORY by MOTHER GOOSE THE ALLIGATOR by BEATRICE WITTE RAVENEL MID-APRIL IN VERMONT by DANIEL LEAVENS CADY SONGS OF THE SEA CHILDREN: 18 by BLISS CARMAN TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 2. WHAT HAVE I TO DO WITH THEE by EDWARD CARPENTER |
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