The Drunken Boat
As I was going down impassive Rivers,I no longer felt myself guided by haulers:Yelping redskins had taken them as targetsAnd had nailed them naked to colored stakes. I was indifferent to all crews,The bearer of Flemish wheat or English cottonsWhen with my haulers this...
The Art Of Life
What is Wrong with Happiness? The question in the title would baffle many a reader. And it is meant to baffle – to prompt one to pause and think. To pause in what? In our pursuit of happiness, which – as most readers would probably agree – is on our minds most of the...
The Time of Our Singing
By the time the train reaches his destination, the child owns it. Charmed strangers wish him well when he gets off at a tiny Delta town called Money. He steps off the platform into a crowd of boys, his instant friends. He appears to them as another species, a creature...
The Debutante
When I was a debutante I often went to the zoological garden. I went so often that I was better acquainted with animals than with the young girls of my age. It was to escape from the world that I found myself each day at the zoo. The beast I knew best was a young...
Arabian Sands
From Abyssinia I was sent to Syria, where I served in Jabal al Druze and later worked for a year among the tribes. The deserts in which I had travelled had been blanks in time as well as space. They had no intelligible history, the nomads who inhabited them had no...