The Garden of Bright Waters - One Hundred and Twenty Asiatic Love Poems by Unknown
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And practice of his lyre. Suddenly
The bleak resurgent mind Called wonderfully clear: "What mark have I left?" Crying girls with wine and linen Washed the straight old body and wrapped up, And set the doorward feet. Later for me also under Greek sun The pendant leaves in green and bitter flakes Blew out to join the wastage of the world, And wool, I take it, in the nests of birds. _From the Arabic of John Duncan._ NIGHT AND MORNING The great brightness of the burning of the stars, Little frightened love, Is like your eyes, When in the heavy dusk You question the dark blue shadows, Fearing an evil. Below the night The one clear line of dawn; As it were your head Where there is one golden hair Though your hair is very brown. |
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