Inert and in the twilight - Peace is not hers. The fireflies blink, there being no man. To observe the ritual of her lips - Autonomous and Polynesian. With sighs more lunar than bronchial, Howbeit eluding fallopian diagnosis, She simpers into the tribal library and reads That Keats died of tuberculosis. Furthermore Keats knew no Greek Yet was exalted somewhat on Shelley's windy tongue: What absorbs the girl is the fact That John, like other mortals, had a lung. Well, it's time to dress for the dance! More civilized that mere discursive Man, Her rhythms are reptilian and religious, Choreographic and Polynesian. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO WORDSWORTH by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY A BLESSING FOR THE BLESSED by LAWRENCE ALMA-TADEMA THE HUSBAND'S PETITION by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN SONNET: 12 by RICHARD BARNFIELD SOLILOQUY; NOVEMBER 11, 1928 by N. R. A. BECKER AFTER THE GALE by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES POIHNATION; FOR J. P. by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN HUGH STUART BOYD: HIS DEATH, 1848 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |