ANNA OF HAVANA

By Aleister Crowley

With Drawings by Reginald Birch

Vanity Fair, January, 1916, p 43


A CIGAR is like a wife!

Put it to your lips, and light it;

When you’ve learnt to do it right, it

Adds a certain zest to life.

Mind you keep on puffing it,

Or it’s out, and can’t be lit.

Ah, the aroma! Ah, the glow!

Will you have one? Thank you, No.

 

Index | Bernard Shaw on Self Effacement | Aleister Crowley: Mystic and Mountain Climber | Vampire Women | The Hokku—a New Verse Form | A Hindu at the Polo Grounds | Colloque Sentimental | With Muted Strings | The Prize Winners of the Hokku Contest | Three Little Prose Poems | The Hokku Winners | Six Little Poems in Prose | The Nonsense About Vers Libre | Three Great Hoaxes of the War | Anna of Havana | To a Brunette | Ratan Devi: Indian Singer | On the Management of Blondes | The Origin of the Game of Pirate Bridge | What’s Wrong with the Movies?