Here To The East

Here Here to the east Where the trees whispered me That they last sighted Dawn…. Russet dusk to the east I therefore must turn My looks My thoughts confirmed Turkish mosques And sultry Arab Songs: Lamentations funereal; not just for to-day's toll An Indian temple courtyard Soft tiptoes of dancing The Arab with sandals Hurried the street Loser in arms relative But wiser each day That in the slum of injustice Where civilization that had him Stoned Was. We wiser grow said the Sphinx But older grow As we wiser grow. ‘Thus Immortality necessary, 'said the Sphinx.