A Dream In A Pretty World

The pretty world Around us and in us Is like a flashy dream, When we grasp it, It flies away like a passing cloud. It's the dream that lives in us And we don't live in it because It does not stay. It's a difficult dream that Flips from between your hands. It's a tricky dream that You live it for long time, then It goes suddenly in a moment. It's a moment that goes quickly In a huge trip in one's life. It's our pretty dream that we Live it for a short period of time. This is our pretty life Summed up in one pretty moment That vanishes suddenly. The whole life is like a pretty Dream that is a moment that Goes away quickly though we feel it Like a long trip in our life.

by MOHAMMAD SKATI

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I was about to type the reader needs the historical background to even read this poem, much more to interpret it. Then I saw Stephen's helpful and objective paragraphs. Still I agree with Kinyua that this poem does not give us a genuine view of Africa in focusing on the young European (Does Emma Lazarus really admire this soldier of fortune? This outsider who bustles around as if he belongs on African soil?) . One of the great things about Poetry in the 20th century is that new voices were raised, eventually got published and were heard by everyone who was paying attention. In other words, we can now read what Africans have to say about Africa.
Napoléon, Prince Imperial (full name: Napoléon Eugène Louis Jean Joseph Bonaparte, prince impérial de France; 16 March 1856 – 1 June 1879) was the only child of Emperor Napoleon III of France and his Empress consort Eugénie de Montijo. After his father was dethroned in 1870, he relocated with his family to England. On his father's death in January 1873, he was proclaimed Napoleon IV, Emperor of the French by the Bonapartist faction. In England he trained as a soldier. Keen to see action, he successfully put pressure on the British to allow him to participate in the Anglo-Zulu war. In 1879, serving with British forces, he was killed in a skirmish with a group of Zulus. His early death sent shockwaves throughout Europe, as he was the last serious dynastic hope for the restoration of the Bonapartes to the throne of France.
I think there had some bias when describing Africa. But it's not what you always hear; Bloody Wars, Epidemics, famines and droughts all this exaggeration and a dose of lies. There is a more attractive side which is not shown.
Two situations of Paris and Africa in two different periods of history in sonnets give a clear idea of Europe then!