Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
ColorWilfrid Wilson Gibson
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At Jaffa by a sea of malachite,
In red tarboosh, green sash, and flowing white
Burnous—among shadowy memories
That haunt me yet by these bleak northern seas
He lives forever in my eyes’ delight;
Bizarre, superb in young immortal might,
A god of old barbaric mysteries.
Maybe his bones are now but scattered dust;
Yet for a moment he was life supreme
Exultant and unchallenged; and my rhyme
Would set him safely out of reach of time
In that old heaven where things are what they seem.