Gypsies Travelling
That tribe of prophets with the burning eyes Is on the road, their babies on their backs, Who satisfy their appetite attacks With treasured breasts that always hang nearby. On foot, with weapons shining, go the men Beside the carts in which their people lie, With sorrow-laden eyes searching the sky, Yearning for vanished chimeras again. The cricket, as he sees them pass along, Deep in his lair redoubles his shrill song; Cybele, their friend, augments her greenery, Turns rocks to springs, brings flowers from the sand Before these sojourners, empowered to see Their future darkness, that familiar land.
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"That tribe of prophets with the burning eyes..."
Exploring the themes of classic, Charles Baudelaire delivers a powerful performance in "Gypsies Travelling"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...