LONDON

by: Alfred Douglas (1870-1945)

      EE what a mass of gems the city wears
      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.

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