Poems By Arjava

HEMMED by the sea on the eastward,

By hummocking land on, the west

Goes the clear smooth trail of sand-space

Where way worn feet may rest.

Hemmed by the day and the next day

Hovers one moon-haunted night—

On day weary eyes droop the salving

Dream-hested petals of light.

For those bruised by arrogant laughter,

Unraptured by glamorous show,

Is there somewhere a shrine of healing

Where truth and friendship grow ?