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...A CHRISTMAS FOLKSONG by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR DAYBREAK by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE LACHRYMATORY by CHARLES TENNYSON TURNER THE SUNKEN LANE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN A GOTHAMITE IN CAMELOT by BERTON BRALEY IVAN IVANOVITCH by ROBERT BROWNING |