Classic and Contemporary Poetry
NEW ORLEANS HARLOT, by FRANCES LYKSETT First Line: Envy and avarice spoke from her greedy face Last Line: Of all her coquetries, and tawdry wiles. Subject(s): New Orleans; Prostitution; Sonnet (as Literary Form); Harlots; Whores; Brothels | ||||||||
Envy and avarice spoke from her greedy face, As our eyes met, and I felt stripped and bare, As though her predatory hands could tear Away your shielding love, within the space Of glances meeting. Did she like the chase? Another Diane, though not so fleet and fair? Or was she hunted prey, her only care A refuge from the grim and hopeless race? In her sad eyes I read the sum of all I held -- in bonds more dear than decadent flesh -- Beyond the need of any female guiles. I hoped she could not see in mine how small Her spirit seemed, how tangled in the mesh Of all her coquetries, and tawdry wiles. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LOVING YOU IN FLEMISH by LAURE-ANNE BOSSELAAR A MAN AND WOMAN ABSOLUTELY WHITE by ANDRE BRETON AFTER THREE PHOTOGRAPHS OF BRASSAI by NORMAN DUBIE THE VIOLENT SPACE by ETHERIDGE KNIGHT AN OLD WHOREHOUSE by MARY OLIVER CHICAGO CABARET by KENNETH REXROTH FOR A MASSEUSE AND PROSTITUTE by KENNETH REXROTH HARRISON STREET COURT by CARL SANDBURG READING WHITMAN IN A TOILET STALL by TIMOTHY LIU THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 112. GIBRALTAR by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |
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