The electric lights begin To jump as if they'd fuse, Outside the house a giant dances, Pounding in heavy shoes. A witch astride her broom Sweeps on to join the dance— You hear her sweep as the bombs whizz, You hear her broomstick prance. The windows play a tune, Rattling castanets. Above the town a harpy glides, Swoops and pirouettes. The Dance of Death begins, The Witch's Sabbath comes. The violins already shriek, And now begin the drums. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ITALIAN PICTURES: THE COSTA SAN GIORGIO by MINA LOY MODERN PARAPHRASE OF SHAKESPEARE'S SONNET 29 by GEORGE SANTAYANA THE CRYSTAL CABINET by WILLIAM BLAKE THE PARTY by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR TERNISSA, FR HELLENICS by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR HENDECASYLLABICS by ALFRED TENNYSON |