Photograph by M. O. Williams 



A CAM EL DRIVER OF SAMARKAND AT THE END OF A PERFECT DAY 



To the north of the land where Omar sang, the wine is perhaps just as red, and this son 

 of the desert on his camel's back seems homeward bound after a plunge into metropolitan 

 delights. Ruefully counting his remaining coins with unsteady hands, his turban in disarray 

 on his dizzy head, he could have been lighted on his way by the twentieth century arc lamps 

 at the corner of the fourteenth century Mosque of Bibi-Khannum in the background. 



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