Classic and Contemporary Poetry
WHITE HELITROPE, by ARTHUR WILLIAM SYMONS Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: The feverish room and that white bed Last Line: Is scented with white heliotrope. Subject(s): Heliotropes; Perfume | ||||||||
The feverish room and that white bed, The tumbled skirts upon a chair, The novel flung half-open, where Hat, hair-pins, puffs, and paints, are spread; The mirror that has sucked your face Into its secret deep of deeps, And there mysteriously keeps Forgotten memories of grace; And you, half dressed and half awake, Your slant eyes strangely watching me, And I, who watch you drowsily, With eyes that, having slept not, ache; This (need one dread? nay, dare one hope?) Will rise, a ghost of memory, if Ever again my handkerchief Is scented with White Heliotrope. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE VIAL by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE QUATORZAINS: 1. TO PERFUME by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES A ROSE by CHARLES GRANGER BLANDEN PERFUME by EDMUND WILLIAM GOSSE THE POEMS OF COLD MOUNTAIN: 84 by HAN SHAN ON A PERFUM'D LADY by ROBERT HERRICK NERVES by ARTHUR WILLIAM SYMONS |
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