Stamboul
I love you as men love the strength of cities;
You are darkness and rivers of darkness under the stars:
None so gazed on Troy—Oh, a thousand pities
That marked Troy down for terrible calendars!
There have been sailors and merchants and long-eyed dreamers,
Hollow, cadaverous, bearded, who left all ease
For the wild beauty of a ship with streamers
And the sweet madness of Asiatic seas.
Surely these burning men that have desired
The throat of Stamboul or the buoyant hips
Of young untamable Tartar-sinewed ships—
Surely they drank deep and their hearts grew tired
For the cool tusk of the moon, a woman cool …
You are my ship with streamers, my Stamboul.
You are darkness and rivers of darkness under the stars:
None so gazed on Troy—Oh, a thousand pities
That marked Troy down for terrible calendars!
There have been sailors and merchants and long-eyed dreamers,
Hollow, cadaverous, bearded, who left all ease
For the wild beauty of a ship with streamers
And the sweet madness of Asiatic seas.
Surely these burning men that have desired
The throat of Stamboul or the buoyant hips
Of young untamable Tartar-sinewed ships—
Surely they drank deep and their hearts grew tired
For the cool tusk of the moon, a woman cool …
You are my ship with streamers, my Stamboul.
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