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Arthur Davison Ficke (Артур Дэвисон Фикке)


Opus 67


I would not in the early morning
Start my mind on its inevitable journey
Toward the East.
There are white domes somewhere
Under that blue enameled sky, white domes, white domes,
Therefore even the cream
Is safest yellow.
Cream is better than lemon
In tea at breakfast.
I think of tigers as eating lemons.
Thank God this tea comes from the green grocer,
Not from Ceylon.



Arthur Davison Ficke's other poems:
  1. Like Him Whose Spirit in the Blaze of Noon
  2. Among Shadows
  3. Serenade in Firelight
  4. Fate, with Devoted and Incessant Care
  5. The Three Sisters


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