Sheltered by a Crimson Awning . . .
Afanasy Fet
1847
Sheltered by a crimson awning,
All alone, his slaves dismissed,
A lord is bidding farewell fondly
To a black-browed odalisque.
“Sarah, houri of the prophet,
My sunshine, comfort, strength, delight,
Sarah, morning’s not far off now—
Azrael will soon alight.
“After battle on the morrow
Will I still walk the earth somewhere,
Or, forever freed…
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