<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=521093" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>On the desert</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">On the desert <br>A silence from the moon's deepest valley. <br>Fire rays fall athwart the robes <br>Of hooded men, squat and dumb. <br>Before them, a woman <br>Moves to the blowing of shrill whistles <br>And distant thunder of drums, <br>While mystic things, sinuous, dull with terrible colour, <br>Sleepily fondle her body <br>Or move at her will, swishing stealthily over the sand. <br>The snakes whisper softly; <br>The whispering, whispering snakes, <br>Dreaming and swaying and staring, <br>But always whispering, softly whispering. <br>The wind streams from the lone reaches <br>Of Arabia, solemn with night, <br>And the wild fire makes shimmer of blood <br>Over the robes of the hooded men <br>Squat and dumb. <br>Bands of moving bronze, emerald, yellow, <br>Circle the throat and the arms of her, <br>And over the sands serpents move warily <br>Slow, menacing and submissive, <br>Swinging to the whistles and drums, <br>The whispering, whispering snakes, <br>Dreaming and swaying and staring, <br>But always whispering, softly whispering. <br>The dignity of the accursed; <br>The glory of slavery, despair, death, <br>Is in the dance of the whispering snakes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Stephen+Crane">Stephen Crane</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=521093" data-title="On the desert de Stephen Crane" data-description="On the desert A silence from the moon's deepest valley. Fire rays fall athwart the robes Of hooded men, squat and dumb. Before them, a woman Moves to the blowing of shrill whistles And distant thunder of drums, While mystic things, sinuous,..."></div> </div> </div>

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