Amaranthine flower beds stretching to Jupiter's agreeable palace. I know it's You, mingling here Your almost Sahara Blue! And how enclosed the play Of the sun's vines and pines and roses, Cage of the little widow! . . . Listen What troups of birds, pia, pio, piay! . . . Mansions calm and ancient passions! Kiosk of the Madwoman through affection. And beyond the buttocks of the roses, Juliet's balcony, shadowy and low. La Juliette, and we remember Henriette, O what a charming railway station, As in an orchard's depth, deep in the mountain, Where blue devils by the thousand dance in the air. Green bench where the white Irishwoman sings To the paradise of storm on her guitar, And from the dining room Guianan, Cackling of children and of cages. The ducal window that makes you think Of snail's poison and of boxwood Asleep down here in the sun. But then It's too too beautiful! Let's be still. -Boulevard without traffic or trade, Silent, all drama and comedy too, Reunion of endless scenes, I know you and gaze at you in wonder. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON BOARD THE '76; WRITTEN FOR BRYANT'S SEVENTIETH BIRTHDAY by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL THE PROGRESS OF POETRY by JONATHAN SWIFT CHRISTMAS, 1917 by BRENT DOW ALLINSON A VISION OF CHILDREN by THOMAS ASHE THE SWAN; TO VICTOR HUGO by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE ON THE RANGE by BARCROFT HENRY BOAKE GOD'S HUMOR by GAMALIEL BRADFORD LOVE'S WAYFARING by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 3. THE WIND OF MAY by EDWARD CARPENTER |