CRIMEAN MOON
(Another Lyrical Piece)
A golden Crimean moon!
Rising from the sea, from Istanbul itself…
With flashes of gold, rays of silk, magical and titillating, the Crimean moon bathes in the blue of the sea…
When the intoxicating night cloaks the Crimean shores with its blue-black wing, the Crimean moon appears, gilding that blue-black wing, scattering handfuls of gold upon the rocky shores, laughing, plunging golden daggers into the emerald waves…
The magnolia trembles in its golden cobwebs, and the Lebanese cedar bathes its needles in them too…
The cypress strains upward with all of its being, calling out like Sulamif to King Solomon:
“Look at me, moon!”
Black handsome cypress!
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What a charmer the Crimean moon is!
What a ma
