Cafes In Damascus Comments

By that rose's spirit haunted Are the dreams that rise, Of far lands, and lives enchanted, And of deep black eyes. simply beautiful and very poetic. tony

Simply awesome poem and a pleasure to read and ponder over. Thanks for posting here as Poem of the Day.

Enjoyed the poem thoroughly. From first line to last it is wonderful.

This is a beautiful poem with haunting expression.

A lulling sound! ! Thanks for sharing.

Very beautiful...nature is always inspiration...

This poem has the preface: “And Mahomet turned aside, and would not enter the fair city: ' It is, ' said he, ' too delicious.' Miss Landon adds the comment: The Cafés are perhaps the greatest luxury that a stranger can find in Damascus. Gardens, kiosques, fountains, and groves are abundant around every Eastern capital; but Cafés on the very bosom of a rapid river, and bathed by its waves, are peculiar to this ancient city: they are formed so as to exclude the rays of the sun while they admit the breeze. Would that the city were just so today.

i like the lasr stanza of this poem. beautiful write