Tropic Nightmare in Singapore

Melekh Ravitch

1935

Seven continents, seven seas,
and two and forty years—
and torrid equatorial nights
filled with nightmare fears.
Open eyes, naked heart.
And draining blood from me,
mosquitoes buzzing, buzzing, buzz
their nightmare melody.
Over seven continents, seven seas,
on fire-wind wings, dreams soar,
and in these soaring dreams
I am a child once more.
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