I confess that here and there in my life there is a vision of a great brown toad leaking words of love and doom through his skin, excrescences that would kill anyone, given time, his words tinged as they are with the shapes of death, one drumbeat, a heartbeat, the skins of gods a rug spread beneath our feet. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A DAY DREAM by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE BITTER-SWEET: CRADLE SONG [OR, BABYHOOD] by JOSIAH GILBERT HOLLAND IRELAND (1847) by DENIS FLORENCE MCCARTHY THE BELLE OF THE BALL by WINTHROP MACKWORTH PRAED FOUR SONNETS: 4 by FRANK DAVIS ASHBURN GHOST-BEREFT; A SCENE FROM BOGLAND IN WAR-TIME by JANE BARLOW LANDSCAPE by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE TO LADY CHARLOTTYE GORDON; DRESSED IN A TARTAN SCOTCH BONNET by JAMES BEATTIE |