I Slippers—flaming like cardinal's crest; Vivid of motion; in their tattoos prest Saturnalias of passion; @3torrents undammed@1 ... Vishnu—or Chance, her feet oriflammed? II Night—and an orgy of blood spilled red; To the bludgeons grovel obsequious hounds; Truth tatterdemalioned—@3Law abounds:@1 What God incarnadined veins that bled? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MILES KEOGH'S HORSE by JOHN MILTON HAY THE LAST RESERVATION by WALTER LEARNED TO JOHN KEATS; SONNET by AMY LOWELL FROLIC by GEORGE WILLIAM RUSSELL NORTH-WEST PASSAGE: 3. IN PORT by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON BURNS by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER BILLY, HE'S IN TROUBLE by JAMES BARTON ADAMS THE PLEASURES OF IMAGINATION; A POEM. ENLARGED VERSION: BOOK 2 by MARK AKENSIDE |