Poems
THEME/S
Amid the whining of the saxophone
And the swift whisper of the dancing feet—
Amid the music's strangle-throated moan
And hundred swinging bodies' colour-heat,
She lures me with far world-triumphant lips
As though in one brief thrill of ecstasy
A wandering voice of epic destiny
Haunted the rhythmic swaying of her hips
.
Now ancient vows have vanished: for a space
We drift along a frenzied path of tune,
Although we know the stark morn will erase
This whirling scripture of the magic moon.
And kissing her vague mouth I scent the air
Of that lone night when neath the Trojan sail
Daughter of Leda passionate and pale
Unbound the tender gloaming of her hair.
I give the heart of Priam's ageless son
To star-born Helen for those paces few;
The clamorous labyrinth of the jazz is run
And faithless feet once more old ways pursue.
For thus we moderns drink of love's fierce joy:
We launch no ships: we yield—the Moment's thralls—
And disappear. With foxtrot and with waltz
We trace upon our lives the tale of Troy.
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