When someone says: "Alexandria," <br />I see the white walls of a house, <br />a small garden row of gillyflowers, <br />an autumn evening's pale sunlight <br />and hear the music of distant flutes. <br /> <br />When someone says: "Alexandria," <br />I see stars above the hushed city, <br />drunken sailors in dark quarters, <br />a dancing girl performing the "wasp," <br />and hear tambourines and the noise of fights. <br /> <br />When someone says "Alexandria," <br />I see a pale purple sunset above the green sea, <br />the flickering of furry stars <br />and the light grey eyes beneath thick brows <br />that I see even when <br />no one says: "Alexandria!"<br /><br />Mikhail Alekseevich Kuzmin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-someone-says-alexandria/
