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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MERSA, by KEITH CASTELLAINE DOUGLAS Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: This blue halfcircle of sea Last Line: Imagining I am one of the dead. Subject(s): Sahara Desert | |||
This blue half circle of sea moving transparently on the sand as pale as salt was Cleopatra's hotel: here is a guesthouse built and broken utterly since an amorous modern prince lived in this scoured shell. Now from the ruined hive of a town the cherry-skinned soldiers stroll down to undress to idle on the white beach. Up there, the immensely long road goes by to Tripoli: the wind and dust reach the secrets of the whole poor town whose masks would still deceive a passer by, faces with sightless doors for eyes, with cracks like tears oozing at corners. A dead tank alone leans where the gossips stood. I see my feet like stones underwater. The logical little fish converge and nip the flesh imagining I am one of the dead. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DESERT DISILLUSION by BERTON BRALEY THE BURIAL IN THE DESERT by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS IN THE DESERT by HERMAN MELVILLE ASTROLOGY IN THE SAHARA by TURNER CASSITY COUNTRY ROADS by ROLF JACOBSEN HARMATAN by PAUL RANDOLPH VIOLI DESERT FLOWERS by KEITH CASTELLAINE DOUGLAS THE DECEASED by KEITH CASTELLAINE DOUGLAS TIME EATING by KEITH CASTELLAINE DOUGLAS |
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