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Shilpa KarhikThe Harlot's House by Osar Wilde
March 2nd 2008 00:06
The Harlot's House
By Oscar Wilde
By Oscar Wilde
Oscar Wilde
We caught the tread of dancing feet,
We loitered down the moonlit street,
And stopped beneath the harlot's house.
Inside, above the din and fray,
We heard the loud musicians play
The 'Treues Liebes Herz' of Strauss.
Like strange mechanical grotesques,
Making fantastic arabesques,
The shadows raced across the blind.
We watched the ghostly dancers spin
To sound of horn and violin,
Like black leaves wheeling in the wind.
Like wire-pulled automatons,
Slim silhouetted skeletons
Went sidling through the slow quadrille,
Then took each other by the hand,
And danced a stately saraband;
Their laughter echoed thin and shrill.
Sometimes a clockwork puppet pressed
A phantom lover to her breast,
Sometimes they seemed to try to sing.
Sometimes a horrible marionette
Came out, and smoked its cigarette
Upon the steps like a live thing.
Then, turning to my love, I said,
'The dead are dancing with the dead,
The dust is whirling with the dust.'
But she - she heard the violin,
And left my side, and entered in:
Love passed into the house of lust.
Then suddenly the tune went false,
The dancers wearied of the waltz,
The shadows ceased to wheel and whirl.
And down the long and silent street,
The dawn, with silver-sandalled feet,
Crept like a frightened girl.
Review in poem by Dexter
Vibes of temptation lure, a darkness seduction,
Lust for raw sexuality, sensual constructions erect.
Rhythmic alcohol concocts melodic beats,
The mood elevated to commit carnal sin.
The promise is broken, objects of beauty disappear,
Imaginary pornographic fantasy seen bared naked.
The filthy truth, the dirty reality of raped souls,
Vacant vessels now snared in ugly directions.
Emotionless relation, the robotic routine of homicide,
Genocide of honesty hides within mortar and timber.
A couple’s dynamic unclothed, spleen on the floor,
Unsympathetic similarities dawn, what is true love?
Pleasures of the flesh dictate attraction, coins domesticate.
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