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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
COTTONMOUTH, by JULIAN LEE RAYFORD First Line: In this low, grey room Last Line: Burst flaming in my brain. | |||
In this low, grey room, I flinch at a bat's rasping teeth, While from the stair into the cellar, spirits come alluringly, murmuring soft as cobwebs that flutter noiselessly. They draw me irresistibly down upon the stair, where in an aura radiated by waving of its head an enchanter is intent. And it seems a fairy dancing in gossamer robings refulgent with purple and gold of images created on water by light. I know that, finally, I must halt, at the bottom of the stair, Enchantment coursing through me from beauty writhing at my feet. Imagining the white mouth a cereus, when I lean to fancied fragrance, fangs will crash into my face and a myriad electricities burst flaming in my brain. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE OLD MAN WHITTLES by JULIAN LEE RAYFORD REAR-PORCHES OF AN APARTMENT-BUILDING by MAXWELL BODENHEIM THE LADY'S 'YES' by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING SHELTERED GARDEN by HILDA DOOLITTLE THE CHURCH-PORCH by GEORGE HERBERT SUMMER'S LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT: AUTUMN by THOMAS NASHE PORTRAIT D'UNE FEMME by EZRA POUND UNDERWOODS: BOOK 1: 25. MOTHER AND SON by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON |
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