Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, THE VINE, by MUHAMMAD AL-MU'TAMID II


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THE VINE, by            
First Line: As I was passing by
Last Line: Your thirsting bones to slake.'
Alternate Author Name(s): Mu'tamid, Al-; Al-mu'tamid Of Sevilla


As I was passing by
A vine, its tendrils tugged my sleeve.
'Do you design', said I,
'My body so to grieve?'

'Why do you pass', the vine
Replied, 'and never greeting make?
It took this blood of mine
Your thirsting bones to slake.'





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