Monday, November 18, 2013

The Bedouin Comments

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The Dead Sea, and, beyond, the greyish, broken
Line of the hills. Noon. Mealtime. Deft of hand,
He bathes his mare, then sits a hookah smoking
On Jordan's shore. Like molten bronze the sand
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Ivan Bunin
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