The breasts of white camellias lead the way Through boskages of cypress and of pine, The lips of red camellias kiss and slay Confusions of the blood and quaff the wine; The leaves and arms and feathers of the old, Golden and pale mimosas and live oaks Embrace, protect two bodies in the mould Where red the red and white the white invokes: That she was innocent, is now the sigh She shudders with, imploring all the trees To stretch a dome of green, wall out the sky, And fill the cave with silences of seas, Whose calm no passion's wave has ever rent -- That soothe her with an echoed, "innocent." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...STALKING LEMURS by KAREN SWENSON A HILLSIDE THAW by ROBERT FROST LAVENDER'S BLUE (1) by MOTHER GOOSE THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 90. 'RETRO ME, SATHANA!' by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI TO THE CUCKOO (1) by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH WHERE LIES THE LAND by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH GREENES FUNERALLS: SONNET 7 by RICHARD BARNFIELD |