Inert and in the twilight - Peace is not hers. The fireflies blink, there being no man. To observe the ritual of her lips - Autonomous and Polynesian. With sighs more lunar than bronchial, Howbeit eluding fallopian diagnosis, She simpers into the tribal library and reads That Keats died of tuberculosis. Furthermore Keats knew no Greek Yet was exalted somewhat on Shelley's windy tongue: What absorbs the girl is the fact That John, like other mortals, had a lung. Well, it's time to dress for the dance! More civilized that mere discursive Man, Her rhythms are reptilian and religious, Choreographic and Polynesian. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SUMMER EVENING'S MEDITATION by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE LITTLE BLACK BOY, FR. SONGS OF INNOCENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE TO A DOG'S MEMORY by LOUISE IMOGEN GUINEY AT A SOLEMN MUSIC by JOHN MILTON THE DAY OF JUDGEMENT by JONATHAN SWIFT THE TRANSLATED WAY by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS |