Poems By Arjava

TELL me the rune word of the moon,

A glittering key of sound

Hid far underground

Beneath the palaces of noon.

There, deep below, moon-waters flow

Between the ivory height

Of unsealed solar light

And earthward curdling banks of woe.

Surely the lotus of wisdom may float

One arm's length out of reach

From earth sorrow-beach

Petal-perfect, silvery remote. .