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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TO THE DEAD FAVOURITE OF LIU CH'E, by DJUNA BARNES First Line: The sound of rustling silk is stilled Last Line: Have touched her not a thousand years. Subject(s): Women | |||
The sound of rustling silk is stilled, With solemn dust the court is filled, No footfalls echo on the floor; A thousand leaves stop up her door, Her little golden drink is spilled. Her painted fan no more shall rise Before her black barbaric eyes -- The scattered tea goes with the leaves. And simply crossed her yellow sleeves; And every day a sunset dies. Her birds no longer coo and call, The cherry blossoms fade and fall, Nor ever does her shadow stir, But stares forever back at her, And through her runs no sound at all. And bending low, my falling tears Drop fast against her little ears, And yet no sound comes back, and I Who used to play her tenderly Have touched her not a thousand years. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ARISTOTLE TO PHYLLIS by JOHN HOLLANDER A WOMAN'S DELUSION by SUSAN HOWE JULIA TUTWILER STATE PRISON FOR WOMEN by ANDREW HUDGINS THE WOMEN ON CYTHAERON by ROBINSON JEFFERS TOMORROW by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD LADIES FOR DINNER, SAIPAN by KENNETH KOCH GOODBYE TO TOLERANCE by DENISE LEVERTOV LINES TO A LADY by DJUNA BARNES HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW; IN MEMORIAM by HENRY AUSTIN DOBSON |
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