I see a sultry land of palm and rice Haunted by upas and malarial dust, Whene'er against the chilling world unjust I drink thy fire, oblivion to entice. Vistas of pagan gods of strange device, Mysterious worship and atrocious lust, Arise and linger, on my memory thrust With sounds of gongs and burnings of sweet spice. I see in Java's forests, when the night Burns all alive with stars, the savage priests Draining thy fire, with fragrant essence oiled; I see each motion weird, each awful rite When by thee drunk they sacrifice fell beasts And dance with cobras on nude bosoms coiled! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PRELUDES: 1-4 (COMPLETE) by THOMAS STEARNS ELIOT TIRED MOTHERS by MAY LOUISE RILEY SMITH PORTRAIT OF A LADY by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 45. ALLAH-AL-MUJIB by EDWIN ARNOLD TO F.A.B., A VIRTUOUS YOUNG PHYSICIAN ABOUT TO PRACTISE by CHARLES WILLIAM BRODRIBB SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 11 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE MOURNING MOTHER by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE SYCOPHANTIC FOX AND THE GULLIBLE RAVEN by GUY WETMORE CARRYL |