Someone is screaming almost in Morse code, three longs, a short, three longs again. Man, woman, or animal? Pale-blue room. How many have died here and will I with my ears drummed to pain with three longs, one short, three longs? It's never a yelp, it starts far back in the throat with three longs, a short, three longs. All beasts everywhere listen to this. It must be music to the gods -- three longs, one short, three longs. I don't know who it is, a beautiful woman with a lion's lungs screaming three longs, one short, three longs? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON DEATH, WITHOUT EXAGGERATION by WISLAWA SZYMBORSKA NEW LOVE AND OLD by SARA TEASDALE LOST LOVE by ROBERT RANKE GRAVES SONNET ON SITTING DOWN TO READ KING LEAR ONCE AGAIN by JOHN KEATS THE UNIVERSAL PRAYER by ALEXANDER POPE FAR - FAR - AWAY (FOR MUSIC) by ALFRED TENNYSON |