Summer comes. The ziczac hovers 'Round the greedy-mouthed crocodile. A vulture bears away a foolish jackal. The flamingo is a dash of pink Against dark green mangroves, Her slender legs rivaling her slip neck. The laughing lake gurgles delicious music in its throat And lulls to sleep the lazy lizard, A nebulous being on a sun-scorched rock. In such a place, In this pulsing, riotous gasp of color, I met Magalu, dark as a tree at night, Eager-lipped, listening to a man with a white collar And a small black book with a cross on it. Oh Magalu, come! Take my hand and I will read you poetry, Chromatic words, Seraphic symphonies, Fill up your throat with laughter and your heart with song. Do not let him lure you from your laughing waters, Lulling lakes, lissome winds. Would you sell the colors of your sunset and the fragrance Of your flowers, and the passionate wonder of your forest For a creed that will not let you dance? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FISH-LEAP FALL by ROBERT FROST IDYLL 1. LAMENT FOR ADONIS by BION THE BRIDGE BUILDER by WILL ALLEN DROMGOOLE ON LUCY, COUNTESS OF BEDFORD by BEN JONSON CUBA LIBRA [APRIL, 1896] by CINCINNATUS HEINE MILLER THE RIVER IN THE MEADOWS by LEONIE ADAMS PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 86. AL-JAMI'H by EDWIN ARNOLD IN EMULATION OF MR. COWLEYS POEM CALL'D THE MOTTO by MARY ASTELL |