It's to hear the children under my window perform the ritual dance of sex to know I am asking for an end to danger and death, for the dance of shouts and gestures is toward life, which is for danger and death: a rush toward an ecstasy for destruction, and I am with them: my heart beats to the pounding of the feet, the pulsing voices. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AFTER TWO YEARS by RICHARD ALDINGTON CONTRA MORTEM: THE MOON by HAYDEN CARRUTH DEAR OLD DICK by EDGAR LEE MASTERS ON DEATH, WITHOUT EXAGGERATION by WISLAWA SZYMBORSKA THE PLAYERS ASK FOR A BLESSING ON THE PSALTERIES AND ON THEMSELVES by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS |