Poems by a Little Girl | ||
POEMS
SEE the fur coats go by!The morning is like the inside of a snow-apple.
I will curl myself cushion-shape
On the window-seat;
I will read poems by snow-light.
If I cannot understand them so,
I will turn them upside down
And read them by the red candles
Of garden brambles.
Poems by a Little Girl | ||