Poems By Arjava

Communication

EBBING and waning of joy, the day estranged :

Here, petalled evening droops ;

Below sky-rim the petals have drifted —all is changed

To a dim listless stalk where Twilight stoops

Horizonward ; and then

The black scorpion, Night, lifts claws of loneliness and loops

The zenith and all the sky

(Its venomed blackness is in the life-blood of men)

. . . . .O then, love-armed cry,

Bring with compulsive dream the moon's forge low

Over the difficult edge

Of being, that eastward-straining hopes may know

Lit pearl of un tarrying pledge,—

Counsel, and laughter, and un dissembling eyes.

Time-tame less thought shall dredge

Wide welcome for the glimpsed sail of moonrise,

The ship of understanding and conjoined wills,

The keel of trust from far-off friendly skies.

April 2, 1934.