Arthur Davison Ficke

(1883-1945 / United States)

Opus 67 - Poem by Arthur Davison Ficke

I would not in the early morning
Start my mind on its inevitable journey
Toward the East.
There are white domes somewhere
Under that blue enameled sky, white domes, white domes,
Therefore even the cream
Is safest yellow.
Cream is better than lemon
In tea at breakfast.
I think of tigers as eating lemons.
Thank God this tea comes from the green grocer,
Not from Ceylon.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 22, 2010

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