Beside the Dardanelles
The Black and Marmara seas breed gypsy soulsAmong the Turks. The brown and umber shoalsOf shade, beneath the parrot green or blueFeathered waves, shivering to spewOnto land with raucous breakers, flicker darkAnd light like wrinkled, laughing eyes. The bladesOf sun in slashing arcs like Dervish swordsGo mad in colors that the nomad hordesHad never dreamed […]