I confess that here and there in my life there is a vision of a great brown toad leaking words of love and doom through his skin, excrescences that would kill anyone, given time, his words tinged as they are with the shapes of death, one drumbeat, a heartbeat, the skins of gods a rug spread beneath our feet. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A CASTILIAN SONG by SARA TEASDALE CHILD'S EVENING HYMN by SABINE BARING-GOULD FAITH AND DESPONDENCY by EMILY JANE BRONTE THE BOHEMIAN HYMN by RALPH WALDO EMERSON THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 36. LIFE-IN-LOVE by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI CASEY AT THE BAT (1) by ERNEST LAWRENCE THAYER THE SON; SOUTHERN OHIO MARKET TOWN by FREDERICK RIDGELY TORRENCE |