This poem is taken from Stand 220, 16(4) November - December 2018.
Three Poems
In Rue Port Said
‘A rose-red city half as old as Time’
– John William Burgon (‘Petra’)
Glancing out the taxi window
I catch the evening flush of rose
transforming block after dull block
as if for now this is Petra,
...
‘A rose-red city half as old as Time’
– John William Burgon (‘Petra’)
Glancing out the taxi window
I catch the evening flush of rose
transforming block after dull block
as if for now this is Petra,
...
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