Who was there had seen us <br /> Wouldn't bid him run? <br />Heavy lay between us <br /> All our sires had done. <br /> <br />There he was, a-springing <br /> Of a pious race, <br />Setting hags a-swinging <br /> In a market-place; <br /> <br />Sowing turnips over <br /> Where the poppies lay; <br />Looking past the clover, <br /> Adding up the hay; <br /> <br />Shouting through the Spring song, <br /> Clumping down the sod; <br />Toadying, in sing-song, <br /> To a crabbed god. <br /> <br />There I was, that came of <br /> Folk of mud and name- <br />I that had my name of <br /> Them without a name. <br /> <br />Up and down a mountain <br /> Streeled my silly stock; <br />Passing by a fountain, <br /> Wringing at a rock; <br /> <br />Devil-gotten sinners, <br /> Throwing back their heads, <br />Fiddling for their dinners, <br /> Kissing for their beds. <br /> <br />Not a one had seen us <br /> Wouldn't help him flee. <br />Angry ran between us <br /> Blood of him and me. <br /> <br />How shall I be mating <br /> Who have looked above- <br />Living for a hating, <br /> Dying of a love?<br /><br />Dorothy Parker<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-dark-girl-s-rhyme/
