---

Harold Hart Crane - Carmen De Boheme
Work rating: Low

Sinuously winding through the room 
On smokey tongues of sweetened cigarettes, — 
Plaintive yet proud the cello tones resume 
The andante of smooth hopes and lost regrets. 

Bright peacocks drink from flame-pots by the wall, 
Just as absinthe-sipping women shiver through 
With shimmering blue from the bowl in Circe`s hall. 
Their brown eyes blacken, and the blue drop hue. 

The andante quivers with crescendo`s start, 
And dies on fire`s birth in each man`s heart. 
The tapestry betrays a finger through 
The slit, soft-pulling; — — — and music follows cue. 

There is a sweep, — a shattering, — a choir 
Disquieting of barbarous fantasy. 
The pulse is in the ears, the heart is higher, 
And stretches up through mortal eyes to see. 

Carmen! Akimbo arms and smouldering eyes; — 
Carmen! Bestirring hope and lipping eyes; — 
Carmen whirls, and music swirls and dips. 
"Carmen!," comes awed from wine-hot lips. 

Finale leaves in silence to replume 
Bent wings, and Carmen with her flaunts through the gloom 
Of whispering tapestry, brown with old fringe: — 
The winers leave too, and the small lamps twinge. 

Morning: and through the foggy city gate 
A gypsy wagon wiggles, striving straight. 
And some dream still of Carmen`s mystic face, — 
Yellow, pallid, like ancient lace.
Source
The script ran 0.001 seconds.