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Yellow Eyes

By James Stanley Gilbert

You are going to have the fever,

Yellow eyes!

In about ten days from now

Iron bands will clamp your brow;

Your tongue resemble curdled cream,

A rusty streak the centre seam;

Your mouth will taste of untold things

With claws and horns and fins and wings;

Your head will weigh a ton or more,

And forty gales within it roar!

 

In about ten days from now

You will feebly wonder how

All your bones can break in twain

And so quickly knit again!

You will feel a score of Jaels*

In your temples driving nails!

You will wonder if you're shot

Through the liver-case, or what!

You will wonder if such heat

Isn't Hades—and repeat!

Then you'll sweat until, at length,

You—won't—have—a—kitten's—strength!

 

In about ten days from now

Make to health a parting bow;

For you're going to have the fever,

Yellow eyes!

 

James Stanley Gilbert na malárii (již přezdíval "yellow eyes") nakonec zemřel, a to v roce 1906.

 

Yellow Fever Psalm od Jocelyn Pook je zhudebněná první sloka "Yellow Eyes" - ale puštěná pozpátku. 

Nejlepší na té skladbě je, že z ní běhá přesně ten úžasný mráz po zádech, který v tomhle vedru potřebuju jako sůl - a je jedno, jakým směrem si ji pustíte...

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