Twitched strings, the clang of metal, beaten drums, Dull, shrill, continuous, disquieting; And now the stealthy dancer comes Undulantly with cat-like steps that cling; Smiling between her painted lids a smile, Motionless, unintelligible, she twines Her fingers into mazy lines, The scarves across her fingers twine the while. One, two, three, four glide forth, and, to and fro, Delicately and imperceptibly, Now swaying gently in a row, Now interthreading slow and rhythmically, Still, with fixed eyes, monotonously still, Mysteriously, with smiles inanimate, With lingering feet that undulate, With sinuous fingers, spectral hands that thrill In measure while the gnats of music whirr, The little amber-coloured dancers move, Like painted idols seen to stir By the idolaters in a magic grove. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 1 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING BEN BOLT by THOMAS DUNN ENGLISH THE FOURTH OF JULY by JOHN PIERPONT VENUS AND ADONIS by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE WELCOME GUEST by JEAN D. ARMSTRONG SHUT OUT by KATHARINE LEE BATES |