Poems
THEME/S
Sages
Sages who scan the solitudes of thought
With passionless fervour for the Ineffable,
Disdainful of the souls astir
With longings of transcendent woe
For intimate skies And stars that glow
With human beauty —your austere emprise
I envy not!
Can the cold climbing will
Which lifts no poignant hands to pray
Taste of the keen felicities that know
The eternal Glory is a wanderer
Hungry for lips of clay?
And what shall save the mind that seeks
Battle with voice less destiny
August beyond the cry of pain.
When on the sheer truth-luminous peaks
Its quivering eyes recall
The abyss of desolate mortality,
And no sweet answering arms of Love restrain
The miserable binding fall?
18.10.31
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