Do you know what it is to dance? Perhaps, you do know, in a fashion; But by dancing I mean, Not what's generally seen, But dancing of fire and passion, Of fire and delirious passion. With a dusky-haired @3señorita@1, Her dark, misty eyes near your own, And her scarlet-red mouth, Like a rose of the south, The reddest that ever was grown, So close that you catch Her quick-panting breath As across your own face it is blown, With a sigh, and a moan. Ah! that is dancing, As here by the Carib it's known. Now, whirling and twirling Like furies we go; Now, soft and caressing And sinuously slow; With an undulating motion, Like waves on a breeze-kissed ocean:— And the scarlet-red mouth Is nearer your own, And the dark, misty eyes Still softer have grown. Ah! that is dancing, that is loving, As here by the Carib they're known. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SONG OF THE SHEPHERDS by EDWIN MARKHAM TO A MAN WORKING HIS WAY THROUGH THE CROWD by MARIANNE MOORE OF JACOPO DEL SELLAIO by EZRA POUND THE WHITE LIGHTS by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON LENTEN GREETING; TO A LADY by GEORGE SANTAYANA BUCOLIC COMEDY: SERENADE by EDITH SITWELL A SENSE OF DIRECTION by KAREN SWENSON |