Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE VINE, by MUHAMMAD AL-MU'TAMID II 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.' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE RUBAIYAT, 1889 EDITION: 19 by OMAR KHAYYAM IDYLLS OF THE KING: THE PASSING OF ARTHUR by ALFRED TENNYSON THE TEARS OF THE POPLARS by EDITH MATILDA THOMAS WHY DRINK WINE by HENRY ALDRICH THE COWARD by LAWRENCE ALMA-TADEMA MY ANGUISH by INNOKENTI FYODOROVICH ANNENSKY |
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