The houses are haunted By white night-gowns. None are green, Or purple with green rings, Or green with yellow rings, Or yellow with blue rings. None of them are strange, With socks of lace And beaded ceintures. People are not going To dream of baboons and periwinkles. Only, here and there, an old sailor, Drunk and asleep in his boots, Catches tigers In red weather. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FIRST VOYAGE OF JOHN CABOT [1497] by KATHARINE LEE BATES SPRING by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 42. 'GRECIAN AND ENGLISH' by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) PSALM 90 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE A HOUSE IN FESTUBERT by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN NATALIA'S RESURRECTION: 6 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |