The sunset kindles pyres across the bay; the mellow evening nestles coolly down, and lights bloom softly as the island town awakens from the drowsy heat of day. Young street-girls, fragrant garlands in their hair, pass, two and two, or wait to give their lips to woman-hungry lads from foreign ships; guitars sound gently on the evening air. On the stone benches in the seaward park, beachcombers meet and gossip and complain: here are the careless young, the old and vain who chase lost youth beneath the scented dark -- and haunted-eyed and stricken ones who go for healing, secretly, to Mama Po. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE RAILWAY TRAIN by EMILY DICKINSON THE TARRY BUCCANEER by JOHN MASEFIELD LUCY (5) by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH TANGLED TRAILS by GLADYS NAOMI ARNOLD PSALM 121 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THE LONG TRUCE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN SHEARERS'SONG, FR. KING RENE'S ROMANCE by GORDON BOTTOMLEY A LARGE EVENING AT THE CLUB (AS IT WAS ONCE) by BERTON BRALEY |