My Papa's Waltz
Автор книги Theodore Roethke
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Дом, семья, друзья
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The whiskey on your breath.
Could make a small boy dizzy;
But I hung on like death:.
Such waltzing was not easy.
We romped until the pans.
Slid from the kitchen shelf;
My mother's countenance.
Could not unfrown itself.
The hand that held my wrist.
Was battered on one knuckle;
At every step you missed.
My right ear scraped a buckle.
You beat time on my head.
With a palm caked hard by dirt,
Then waltzed me off to bed.
Still clinging to your shirt.
