Archive for November 28th, 2013

Thursday, 28 November 2013

Dance of the Dust Witches by William Haskell Simpson

Are you not weary,
O desert dust witches?

I cannot see who waltzes with you
In close embrace–
But your lips meet hotly in kisses,

Your hair is disheveled,
Your ribbons are flying,
Your skirts are in tatters.

The music you dance to–
It comes from fiddles bewitched.


Date: 1920

By: William Haskell Simpson (1858-1933)