Her left leg lagged behind her right,
A firm step followed by a limp.
Her pigtails haggled down her neck
Like lines of far-fetched hemp.
I watched the shameless way she lamed,
She needn’t limp so lumpily,
I thought, so I called down to her,
“Hey, you don’t need to limp!”
She let her hair have its head —
It went its separate ways—like rope
Let out to trim a coming storm
She stepped into an easy lope.
From: Bagg, Robert, Madonna of the Cello, 1961, Wesleyan University Press: Middletown, Connecticut, p. 60.
(https://archive.org/stream/madonnaofcello00bagg#page/60/mode/2up)
Date: 1956
By: Robert Bagg (1935- )
From Troubles of The World 