The Lady in the Desert

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While on my mount o’er powdered glass,
A man rode up and made to pass.
Asked him, “Seen in this waste a lass?
She who dances without stride, and lights the nights ablaze,
To woo us all with clothless hide, and make our heads a maze?
She stands upon a tower’s face far out in the dunes,
All but destroyed by wind and dust, encased in ancient runes.
She trips along with pinkish frame,
A vision of a naked dame,
To give our wives much cause for blame,
This lady of the sand.”
Said I, “Where be this lady fair,
Whose pinkish frame makes you to stare?
Be she some goddess of ages passed,
Of some wood carved or iron cast?”
“Nay,” said he, “her form is glassed,
And moves with a grace unsurpassed.
Above her there is carved in stone,
An ancient text to us unknown.”

With that he took his cooking fork
And sitting down, he went to work.
And as the sand whipped us in whirls,
He wrote the letters, “L-I-V-E-N-U-D-E-G-I-R-L-S.”


Ecclesiastes 1: 1-11 (http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Ecclesiastes%201:1-11;&version=31;)

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I like this poem, it's excellent