Here you will find the Poem Grotesque of poet Lesbia Harford
My Man Says I weigh about four ounces, Says I must have hollow legs. And then say I, 'Yes, I've hollow legs and a hollow soul and body. There is nothing left of me. You've burnt me dry. You Have Run Through all my veins in fever, Through my soul in fever for An endless time. Why, This small body is like an empty snail shell, All the living soul of it Burnt out in lime.'
