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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE WEAVER'S APPRENTICE, by AL-RUSAFI First Line: Much they reproached me and reviled Last Line: Caught in a huntsman's net. Alternate Author Name(s): Rusafi, Muhammad Ibn Ghalib Al- | |||
Much they reproached me and reviled Because I loved him so: 'How could you ever have defiled Yourself with one so low?' Too well the truth I realise, And, were it left to me, I would have chosen otherwise; But that was not to be. I love him for his flashing smile, The fragrance of his sighs, His sweetest lips, the magic wile Of his divinest eyes. My little fawn! His fingers slim About the spindle move As swiftly as the thought of him Provokes my heart to love. His fingers play as recklessly With shuttle and with loom As all the fondest hopes in me Are trifled with by doom. His hands embrace the warp, as grope His feet the woof to set; He wrestles like an antelope Caught in a huntsman's net. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE YOUNG CARPENTER by AL-RUSAFI A CONSECRATION by JOHN MASEFIELD ANNABEL LEE by EDGAR ALLAN POE IN TIME OF GRIEF by LIZETTE WOODWORTH REESE AT THE GRAVE OF BURNS; SEVEN YEARS AFTER HIS DEATH by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 23. AL-KHAFIZ by EDWIN ARNOLD FO'C'S'LE YARNS: 1ST SERIES. SPIES ALTERA; TO THE FUTURE MANX POET by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN CAELIA: SONNETS: 11 by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) ON THE WAY OF THE CROSS by AMELIA JOSEPHINE BURR WRITTEN IN VISTORS' BOOK AT THE BIRTHPLACE OF ROBERT BURNS by GEORGE WASHINGTON CABLE |
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