Poems By Arjava

PAINT the music of the star world,

Sing the hues

Of thunder fret and birds a-herrying ;

All that accuse

Our darkening ears, our eyes' hush-burying

Show now unfurled.

Timid clamour-pomps we see

Whose mingled sound

Leave naked yet the limbs of earthly faring :

While all around

The undraped silences go Selfward, wearing

Form's ecstasy.