Arthur Symons

(28 February 1865 – 22 January 1945 / Milford Havens, Wales)

Javanese Dancers - Poem by Arthur Symons

Twitched strings, the clang of metal, beaten drums,
Dull, shrill, continuous, disquieting:
And now the stealthy dancer comes
Undulantly with cat-like steps that cling;

Smiling between her painted lids a smile,
Motionless, unintelligible, she twines
Her fingers into mazy lines,
The scarves across her fingers twine the while.

One, two, three, four glide forth, and, to and fro,
Delicately and imperceptibly,
Now swaying gently in a row,
Now interthreading slow and rhythmically,

Still, with fixed eyes, monotonously still,
Mysteriously, with smiles inanimate,
With lingering feet that undulate,
With sinuous fingers, spectral hands that thrill

In measure while the gnats of music whirr,
The little amber-coloured dancers move,
Like painted idols seen to stir
By the idolators in a magic grove.

Topic(s) of this poem: dance


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  • Chinedu Dike (1/1/2015 8:03:00 AM)


    A nice and well written poem. Thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

Poem Edited: Thursday, December 25, 2014


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