The camels crossed the miles of sand
That stretched around the cups and plates;
The desert was their own, they planned
To portion out the stars and dates:
The camels crossed the miles of sand.
Time was away and somewhere else.
The waiter did not come, the clock
Forgot them and the radio waltz
Came out like water from a rock:
Time was away and somewhere else.
Her fingers flicked away the ash
That bloomed again in tropic trees:
Not caring if the markets crash
When they had forests such as these,
Her fingers flicked away the ash.
God or whatever means the Good
The great Depression that followed the stock market crash in 1929 would have been in the poet’s mind. Major world events — the Second World War had begun when this was published yet isn’t referred to —  but they would have diminished in the minds of the lovers at times like these.
Meeting Point