Poems By Arjava

A GREEN-GRAY twilit hush in the ageless forest,

After the immense canopy of boughs

Has strained all glare and vivid colours from the sunlight.

Plinths of tree and stems of giant creeper rise up

from the floor of dimness.

To the full height of these grey spaces

In a cathedral calm.

A plashy thud of some hard-rinded fruit

Ripples momently the tapestries of hush.

The grey ness and the quiet are over all, a many-

fathomed covering of ocean mystery.

That turbulence of harsh atomic being,

Those hard and garish colours of the upper day

Are no more ;

And only a faint dissolving line, a bubble's membrane holds

Frontiers of existence and not-being.