by: Alfred Douglas (1870-1945)
POEMS BY ALFRED DOUGLAS
- EE what a mass of gems the city
- Upon her broad live bosom! row on row
- Rubies and emeralds and amethysts glow.
- See! that huge circle, like a necklace, stares
- With thousands of bold eyes to heaven, and dares
- The golden stars to dim the lamps below,
- And in the mirror of the mire I know
- The moon has left her image unawares.
- That's the great town at night: I see her breasts,
- Prick'd out with lamps they stand like huge black towers,
- I think they move! I hear her panting breath.
- And that's her head where the tiara rests.
- And in her brain, through lanes as dark as death,
- Men creep like thoughts . . . The lamps are like pale flowers.