So this is death to rise to the occasion a shadow to a shadowy persuasion Pascin has passed with his affectionate swagger his air of the Crown in the role of jester The side-long derby-slanted Bulgar cocked his jet eye in its immaculate leer, and as a coin, tossed his destiny Once a shy ivory boy, the colour of life had deepened on his cheek in a wry irony Pascin has ceased to flush with ineffaceable bruises his innubile Circes Ceased to dangle demi-rep angels in tinsel bordels Silence bleeds from his slashed wrists the dim homunculus within cries for the unbirth The seeds of his sly spirit are cast to posterity in satyric squander a pigeon-toed populace whose changeling women jostle the prodigal son as swine Cinderellas awander. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TWO POEMS FROM THE WAR: 1 by ARCHIBALD MACLEISH THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 24 by OMAR KHAYYAM BY THE SEA by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI SING-SONG; A NURSERY RHYME BOOK: 20 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI PRAYERS OF STEEL by CARL SANDBURG |