The Sultan, And His Reflective Pool Poem by james watkin
The Sultan, And His Reflective Pool
Pepper-hot is the air
In a moorish garden;
Pepper-hot is the air.
Warps the cypress, the orange
The polyantha rose.
The harem, and its light-hearted and wild...
When from pool of effects strange
The sultan's face uprose;
Rubbing vision that was also defiled!
Pepper-hot is the air
In a moorish garden;
Pepper-hot is the air!
Sunday, November 17, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: historical,lust
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