by Arthur Symons
A vampire, not a Woman, a Thing obscene.
Eyes hideous as the eyes of a hired Whore,
She, Herod’s Wife, enters upon the scene.
Beside her stands a tall and sexless thing,
With the fig-leaf that has of fig-leaves four,
Always her sexless sex remembering,
A mask she wears; naked enough, for once,
She has her Exit through the open door.
There’s a wise owl; a wise man that’s a dunce
Reads in a book Salome. Let that pass.
As for this creature that’s Herodias,
Nero’s Agrippina she might have been.
“Make the way for the Tetrarch Antipas!”
Cries Herod, before he enters on the scene.