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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE BAYADERE, by FRANCIS SALTUS SALTUS Poet's Biography First Line: Near strange, weird temples, where the ganges' tide Last Line: Lulls the grim, drowsy cobra on her arm. Subject(s): Ganges River, India; Goddesses & Gods; India; Mythology; Temples; Mosques | |||
NEAR strange, weird temples, where the Ganges' tide Bathes domed Lahore, I watched, by spice-trees fanned, Her agile form in some quaint saraband, A marvel of passionate chastity and pride. Nude to the loins, superb and leopard-eyed, With fragrant roses in her jewelled hand, Before some Kaat-drunk Rajah, mute and grand, Her flexile body bends, her white feet glide. The dull Kinoors throb one monotonous tune, And wail with zeal as in a hasheesh trance; Her scintillant eyes in vague, ecstatic charm Burn like black stars below the Orient moon, While the suave, dreamy languor of the dance Lulls the grim, drowsy cobra on her arm. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AT DENDERA by AMELIA JOSEPHINE BURR RAMESES WORSHIPS RAMESES AT ABU SIMBEL by AMELIA JOSEPHINE BURR GLIMPSES OF ITALY: 5. LIKE PAESTUM'S TEMPLE by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON MAYAN TEMPLE by ADA CLARKE CARMICHIEL THE EARTHLY HOUSE by PHOEBE CARY THE DESERTED SHRINE by GLADYS CROMWELL THE ARK OF THE COVENANT by NINA DAVIS THE MENORAH by MIRIAM DEL BANCO THE MIRACULOUS OIL by CAROLINE DEUTSCH ARRACK by FRANCIS SALTUS SALTUS |
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