See, I have painted your portrait, That is my revenge— See, there you stand— You, slim and white like a taper In a sombre chapel of silence. Your lips, red as blood On the petals of a ghost flower— Your eyes, green as a lichen upon a tomb— Your hair, blacker than the Paris night That' drops a cerement above the Seine— You, Ancherontia, moth of death, Beating your cruel wings upon my soul. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE WHEEL OF BEING I by HAYDEN CARRUTH PARAGRAPHS: 15 by HAYDEN CARRUTH THREE SONNETS by RICHARD WILBUR PROMISE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON DOMESDAY BOOK: JOHN SCOFIELD by EDGAR LEE MASTERS APPELLATE JURISDICTION by MARIANNE MOORE THE BALINESE WITCH DOCTOR by KAREN SWENSON VIGNETTES OVERSEAS: 9. VILLA SEBELLONI, BELLAGGIO by SARA TEASDALE |