Poems
THEME/S
When ?
When shall my heart be broken
By the horizon-pull of the witcheried waves of twilight
Or the world-silencing slaughter that is sunset?
Till then the god is unwoken
Who dreams in the crushing splendour or the shy light
And grips the heart flame-gold or distantly duns it.
O ears, sink deep when you listen
To the downward sighing spiral of dead leaves
Or the waterfall dragging the mountain away!
Lose, little eyes, your glisten:
All shimmers, grandeurs, far plunges and near heaves
Find their own secrets in the nameless Night-Day
Wearing a crown that dazzles time aswoon,
Bearing a robe that darkens space asleep—
Locked in the heart, till a stifled sob is the moon
And the sun a tear we strive in vain to weep:
A pang of beauty thrown back from lips and eyes
To a Cave within that knows self-paradise!
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