A blue-black Nubian plucking oranges At Jaffa by a sea of malachite In red tarboosh, green sash, and flowing white Burnous -- among the shadowy memories That haunt me yet by these bleak Northern seas He lives for ever in my eyes' delight, Bizarre, superb in young immortal might -- A god of old barbaric mysteries. Maybe he lived a life of lies and lust: Maybe his bones are now but scattered dust: Yet, for a moment he was life supreme Exultant and unchallenged: and my rhyme Would set him safely out of reach of time In that old heaven where things are what they seem. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HER EYES by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON WHAT I LIVE FOR by GEORGE LINNAEUS BANKS LACEDEMONIAN INSTRUCTION by WILLIAM BLAKE MINIVER CHEEVY by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON OLD WAR-DREAMS by WALT WHITMAN PSALM 135 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |