Antiquity
Aug 4, 2021
Somewhere on the outskirts of DC….
Said this….
You, that rove and wander,
Round and round around perimeters,
Stay, sit, close your eyes!
I tell you the past,
Of sand strewn ways of caravan,
Stood by lit Algerian Inns,
Under whose yellow light,
You crave for conversations,
With Queens’s consorts,
Flushed with pink cheeks!
So now you know,
Why you wander,
Round and round around perimeters.
Stay, sit, close your eyes,
I will take you back!
Fredric Arthur Bridgman’Cafe
Cafe, at Biskra, Algeria,
1884, Fredric Arthur Bridgman,
Smithsonian American Art Museum
