THE POETIC ALCOVE

              There were three wise menIn the land of the Niger Area One came from the
                  This old placeWhere the river
Every syllable of your wordsRing past these careful walls How can I sleep in this beautiful glass house? Lying
It was a dark night in May at Durbar Creek Across the marshland, the wind blew slowly Palm trees of a strange country stood on the shores And the people
The Oasis and the diamond Confuse me, and I don’t know Which among the two is like you So rare,