Oh, fair is my Yashmak, as sweet as a mosque That's worn by the dreamy vizier, She dances as light as a dainty kiosk, Her voice is more dulcet to hear Than any zenana or dervish or kohl That sings in the narghileh tree, While the bulbuls swim round in the odalisque bowl And the alcoran serves her with tea. She nibbles sweet fez as she plays her kureel With a jeweled bismillah of gold, She smokes her seraglio then for a spell On a kibouk of curious mold. Yes, fair is my Yashmak and lovely and gentle, But, though I've scarce praised her at all, I've used up, I find, all the words Oriental That I can exactly recall! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FOUND WANTING by EMILY DICKINSON SOLDIER: TWENTIETH CENTURY by ISAAC ROSENBERG IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 124 by ALFRED TENNYSON THE MERRIMAC by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER ODES: BOOK 1: ODE 15. TO THE EVENING STAR by MARK AKENSIDE GLOW OF DAWN by ELIDA PATTISON BENTLEY PSALM 109 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |