Author John Gould Fletcher He plots for he is angry,He sneers for he is bold.He clinches his fistLike a twisted snake;Coiling itself, preparing to raise its head,Above the long grasses of the plain. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments