Assyrian palaces with ladies in them disporting themselves.
“Ho there, Naera,” cries the eager monarch.
And the monarch is glad.
Where is Assyria? where are the palaces? where is the monarch? where is the willing lady, Naera ?
So, so, Assyria goes, and ladies go; and voluptuous monarchs forget voluptuous, pleasure-giving ladies; and things are quiet; and Assyria is no more; and Naera says no longer “Coming” to the monarch Kharkar's, “Ho there, Naera.”
From Hot Afternoons Have Been in Montana: Poems (Definition Press)
© 1957 by Eli Siegel