The Garden of Bright Waters - One Hundred and Twenty Asiatic Love Poems by Unknown
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Breathing idol of rose ivory, look at me.
Breathing idol of rose ivory, look at me; Beauty with the flame shawl, do not repulse me. _From the Pus'hto (Afghans, nineteenth century)._ _ANNAM_ THE BAMBOO GARDEN Old bamboos are about my house, And the floor of my house is untidy with old books. It is sweet to rest in the shade of it And read the poems of the masters. But I remember a delightful fisherman Who played on the five-stringed dan in the evening. In the day he allowed his reed canoe to float Over the lakes and rivers, Watching his nets and singing. A sweet boy promised to marry me, But he went away and left Like a reed canoe that rolls adrift In the middle of a river. |
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