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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE TROPICS, by DOUGLAS BROOKE WHEELTON SLADEN Poet's Biography
First Line: Love we the warmth and light of tropic
Last Line: Seem like a dream fulfilled of lotus-ease.
Subject(s): Tropics
First Line: Love we the warmth and light of tropic
Last Line: Seem like a dream fulfilled of lotus-ease.
Subject(s): Tropics
LOVE we the warmth and light of tropic lands,
The strange bright fruit, the feathery fan-spread leaves,
The glowing mornings and the mellow eves,
The strange shells scattered on the golden sands,
The curious handiwork of Eastern hands,
The little carts ambled by humpbacked beeves,
The narrow outrigged native boat which cleaves,
Unscathed, the surf outside the coral strands.
Love we the blaze of color, the rich red
Of broad tiled-roof and turban, the bright green
Of plantain-frond and paddy-field, nor dread
The fierceness of the noon. The sky serene,
The chill-less air, quaint sights, and tropic trees,
Seem like a dream fulfilled of lotus-ease.
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