Poems By Arjava

I WOULD not draw thee to myself,

But I would go to thee

(Beyond known land and bordering delf

And dyke, the unknown sea).

Embodied distance is a mote

In the all-span of Space—

But thou on Mind's expectance wrote

An un deciphered trace.

Thy husk the wandering earth still tows

In her wave-wake sable-hued :

But whose brow felt that wind which blows

Through thy selenitude ?

Thought's anti-earth, hast thou enshrined

All aspects other most—

Memento nasci of the mind-

Un beaconed, nameless coast ?