Here, alone, unknown, in the darkness, I watch you whirling above your shadow, Soft in saffron, with dark hair jeweled, And arms uplifted, Dancing alone in the hissing spotlight . . . You rise and fall on the wave of the music Narrowing eyes at the light that dazzles, Languidly smiling . . . Beautiful, now, are your cold white shoulders . . . If I were death, my hands might touch them; If I were death, my mouth might kiss you, Passionate dancer. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VARIATIONS: 11 by CONRAD AIKEN YOUNG BLOOD by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET BURNING DAWN by HAYDEN CARRUTH TO ABRAHAM LINCOLN by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON CHAMBER MUSIC: 35 by JAMES JOYCE DOMESDAY BOOK: DR. BURKE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |