IN a narrow road where there was not room to pass My carriage met the carriage of a young man. And while his axle was touching my axle In the narrow road I asked him where he lived. "The place where I live is easy enough to find, Easy to find and difficult to forget. The gates of my house are built of yellow gold, The hall of my house is paved with white jade, On the hall table flagons of wine are set, I had summoned to serve me dancers of Han-tan. In the midst of a courtyard grows a cassia-tree, -- And candles on its branches flaring away in the night. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HONEY DRIPPER by CLARENCE MAJOR SURFACES AND MASKS; 7 by CLARENCE MAJOR CHRISTMAS AT INDIAN POINT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS DOMESDAY BOOK: ARCHIBALD LOWELL by EDGAR LEE MASTERS DOMESDAY BOOK: ELENOR MURRAY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |