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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 CONTRA MORTEM: THE WOMAN'S GENITALS by HAYDEN CARRUTH RICHARD BOOTH TO HIS SON JUNIUS BRUTUS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SYMPATHETIC PORTRAIT OF A CHILD by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS THE IRISH RAPPAREES; A PEASANT BALLAD OF 1691 by CHARLES GAVAN DUFFY THE WHITE BIRDS by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE FROZEN GRAIL (TO PEARY AND HIS MEN) by ELSA BARKER |
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