I will not dance! I say I will not dance. Your audience! Pah! Let them go home again, Sleek, ugly pigs! Am I to hop and prance As long as they will pay! And posture for their eyes! And lay My womanhood before them! Let them drain Their porter-pots and snuffle -- I'll not stay! For he is dead! I tell you he is dead! My God, did you not hear me say it Twice already? I held his groaning head In these remembering arms; And cursed the charm That could not stop his going. Must I bay it Like a dog to you! Quit your alarms! They shout and stamp! Then, let them shout and stamp, Those booted hogs and lechers! I'm away To sit beside my dead! O God! You tramp Upon me, too; and twine More sorrows round me than are mine. With holy unconcern ... Don't bar my way! I'm going to my dead ...! Ah, stamping swine! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SANTORIN (A LEGEND OF THE AEGEAN) by JAMES ELROY FLECKER A CANADIAN BOAT SONG; WRITTEN ON THE RIVER ST. LAWRENCE by THOMAS MOORE THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 27 by OMAR KHAYYAM THE ENCHANTMENT by THOMAS OTWAY |