I will get me to the wood Where the gods walk garlanded in wistaria, By the silver blue flood move others with ivory cars. There come forth many maidens to gather grapes for the leopards, my friend, For there are leopards drawing the cars. I will walk in the glade, I will come out from the new thicket and accost the procession of maidens. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DEATH OF A PHOTOGRAPHER by KAREN SWENSON A SONG [OF DIVINE LOVE] by RICHARD CRASHAW TO PFRIMMER (LINES ON READING 'DRIFTWOOD') by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR EPICOENE; OR, THE SILENT WOMAN: FREEDOM IN DRESS by BEN JONSON ON VISITING THE TOMB OF BURNS by JOHN KEATS JOURNEY by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY |