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Victoria Mary Sackville-West
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A Saxon Song
Tools with the comely names, / Mattock and scythe and spade, / Couth and bitter as flames,
Bitterness
Yes, they were kind exceedingly; most mild / Even in indignation, taking by the hand / One that obeyed them mutely, as a child
Constantinople - Dhji-Han-Ghir. For H.N
For years it had been neglected, / This wilderness garden of ours, / And its ruin had shone reflected
Constantinople - Leblebidji*
I know so well the busy cries / That echo through the quarter / Till daylight into evening dies
Constantinople - Retour En Songe
After a dream-dim voyage / We came with sails all set / Towards the city of the sea,
Constantinople - The Greek Han
A sunny court with wooden balconies, / And wool hung out to dry in gaudy skeins, / A fountain, and some pigeons murmuringly
Constantinople - The Muezzin
Above the city at his feet, / Above the dome, above the sea, / He rises unconfined and free
Constantinople - Yanghin Var*
As the baying of wolves from afar, / Borne on the wind from the Golden Horn / A cry in the distance, long-drawn,
Constantinople, March MCMXV
I / Queen of a double empire still she stands, / And watches with superb indifferent eyes
Convalescence
When I am in the Orient once again, / And turn into the gay and squalid street, / One side in the shadow, one in vivid heat,
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