Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE MINSTREL, by CLINTON SCOLLARD Poet's Biography First Line: He played on the single string Last Line: And the red damascus rose! Subject(s): Middle East; Music & Musicians; Superstition; Near East; Levant | ||||||||
HE played on the single string Of a strange lute warped and old, And sang and sang till the gray walls rang To the ditty weird he trolled. Sweet was the languid air, The sun was hot and high, And ruby-red the pomegranates spread Their bloom to the Syrian sky. A turban green he wore, And a flowing robe of white; With a rhythmic grace he moved, and his face Was black as the Nubian night. Why had he strayed from the clime Where the scorching siroc blows, To sing in the bowers of the citron flowers And the red Damascus rose? I can but think he was one Of that dusky, mythic band Who weave dark spells in the fountained dells Of the swart Arabian land; A genie, slave of a ring, A roamer of earth and air, At the will of some young Aladdin come To lure with a fatal snare. His vision haunts me still, Haunts in the height of noon, And again up-floats in wild low notes His mystic Arabic croon; It bears me there once more Where the silvery Pharpar flows, And I stray in the bowers of the citron flowers And the red Damascus rose! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PRINCE ADEB by GEORGE HENRY BOKER TIMOUR'S COUNCILS by REGINALD HEBER ATTRACTIONS OF THE EAST by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS PHYSICAL AND MORAL BLINDNESS by RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES THE KIOSK: 1 by RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES THE THINKER AND THE POET by RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES THE CARAVAN by CLINTON SCOLLARD AD PATRIAM by CLINTON SCOLLARD |
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