Why do you subdue yourself in golds and purples? Why do you dim yourself with folded silks? Do you not see that I can buy brocades in any draper's shop, And that I am choked in the twilight of all these colors. How pale you would be, and startling - How quiet; But your curves would spring upward Like a clear jet of flung water, You would quiver like a shot-up spray of water, You would waver, and relapse, and tremble. And I too should tremble, Watching. Murex-dyes and tinsel - And yet I think I could bear your beauty unshaded. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THEN AND NOW by CECIL DAY LEWIS FICTION by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON A FLORIDA GHOST by SIDNEY LANIER A SONG OF ETERNITY IN TIME by SIDNEY LANIER READING WHITMAN IN A TOILET STALL by TIMOTHY LIU TO TWO UNKNOWN LADIES by AMY LOWELL IN GRANTCHESTER MEADOWS; ON HEARING A SKYLARK SING by GEORGE SANTAYANA |