Amaranthine flower beds stretching to Jupiter's agreeable palace. I know it's You, mingling here Your almost Sahara Blue! And how enclosed the play Of the sun's vines and pines and roses, Cage of the little widow! . . . Listen What troups of birds, pia, pio, piay! . . . Mansions calm and ancient passions! Kiosk of the Madwoman through affection. And beyond the buttocks of the roses, Juliet's balcony, shadowy and low. La Juliette, and we remember Henriette, O what a charming railway station, As in an orchard's depth, deep in the mountain, Where blue devils by the thousand dance in the air. Green bench where the white Irishwoman sings To the paradise of storm on her guitar, And from the dining room Guianan, Cackling of children and of cages. The ducal window that makes you think Of snail's poison and of boxwood Asleep down here in the sun. But then It's too too beautiful! Let's be still. -Boulevard without traffic or trade, Silent, all drama and comedy too, Reunion of endless scenes, I know you and gaze at you in wonder. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SCILLA'S METAMORPHOSIS: MELANCHOLY by THOMAS LODGE SONG, FR. MEASURE FOR MEASURE by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE ON THE MEDUSA OF LEONARDO DA VINCI IN THE FLORENTINE GALLERY by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY THE BIRDS: THE HOOPOE'S CALL TO HIS WIFE PROCNE, THE NIGHTINGALE by ARISTOPHANES THE WINNING OF POMONA by WILLIAM ROSE BENET SHEARERS'SONG, FR. KING RENE'S ROMANCE by GORDON BOTTOMLEY |