"A Rest in the Desert" by Otto Pilny‘To the Orient. An Elegy’ by T. Bothwell The Society July 18, 2017 Beauty, Culture, Poetry, Terrorism 2 Comments At last, the sunset’s knell forebodes the ceasing day— The merchants in their silken garments trudge their way Along, with Turkish camels and Koranic tunes. Diurnal light retreats from dromedary’s dunes, And Bedouins arrive, commencing ev’ning hours And drive their caravans across Saharan bow’rs Where fading clouds announce the lukewarm air and grounds, With Libya’s glowing sands. Where foliage abounds, (Beneath the halo of the wav’ring date-palm’s shade,) The Bedouin reclines where fellow tribesmen made A goatherd’s tent, where nomads silently repine Upon the torrid sand dunes’ recurrent decline. Repine? for wars will close their hallow’d ev’ning’s rim; The strife which give the eastern sphere a prospect grim, Where butchery and ails command the travellers’ scene. Abandonment has made their hopes all the less sanguine: Nomadic tribes are brought to states of disarray, Remov’d from where both Art and Virtue were at play. Where once a mighty desert offspring proudly sways, Across the humid heat of sultry noontide rays, Does now exist in such a saddened state forlorn, And foreigners upon them look with pompous scorn! For these exotic men, their calls have not been heard, Though on their honest lips dwells their lamenting word. Seek pride, free sons! in refuge seek Arabia’s breast, And place your solace in her isolated nest; Your native home, from river Nile to Nefta palms Remains bereft of all her necessary alms. With bold address—for once you mount your gallant steed— You shall regain your trades that Mother Earth decreed. Your peaceful mien has been assailed by warlike foes: The adversaries who have brought you countless woes. Alas, you vital force! your glory will be found, When the fair morn’s alarm procures its bellow’d sound, And when the sickle moon subsides for waiting day, You then shall carry proudly on in your foray! Related Post Essay: ‘Poetry Matters’ by Bruce Wren LC An Introduction to Poetry and its Place in an Integral Human Formation Introduction It is well known to most sensible educators that one of the f... Tell the world:FacebookTwitterTumblrPinterestRedditLinkedInEmail 2 Responses Beau Ecs Wilder July 20, 2017 This poem has a quiet, nostalgic tone that hovers between Gray and Arnold, with echoes of Wordsworth, Keats, Tennyson and Robinson. The gaze and attitude are distilled Victorian. Reply David Hollywood July 21, 2017 This poem has an easy steady pace, not unlike a caravan crossing the desert while recounting a depth of culture and a necessary story about the Arab and nomadic experience. Reply Leave a Reply Cancel Reply Your email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email.