English Poetry

UNTITLED (5)

UNTITLED (5) In the spectrum of darkness and light The butterflies or the rocks barely stray Far from the middle ground. One end is light so pure No eye can see its blinding source, No mind conceive The inside of its golden egg. The other end is night Denser, deeper...

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UNTITLED (4)

UNTITLED (4) Deep within your conch shell I pray, Oblivious to the whispers of the sea. Like a gong ringing through empty space, Your name resounds through me. A blinding white cataract of light Whelms the sense with sudden spray. I am wrapped within your zero space;...

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LOST AND FOUND

LOST AND FOUND Her face is one with the face of sky, But her eyes can speak with light for words. Blessed by her look, a constant memory, I lay on the grass; my eyes are blurred. My love now hides in the blinding glow Of endless space and sky above. Her hair a streak...

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THE FAILURE OF MEMORY

THE FAILURE OF MEMORY A single lamp in the lone night Aflutter with each gust of wind— The darkness deepens upon its form And tries to snuff it, wing on wing, Like vultures hovering on dying prey. In its lidless eye, a drop of gold Refuses to die as the fire in flesh...

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THE ADORATION OF SHIVA

THE ADORATION OF SHIVA Even the dark has grown new eyes. In the wide spaces beyond my ken Arises a sense as clear as sight, And still with ears, a stroke of Zen. A sense of innumerable stars Awakening in the secret night, Points of light in the vast expanse That glow...

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PARAMHANSA

PARAMHANSA The swan passes in the lake. There is no ripple in his wake. So still he floats, the water seems to flow; The world appears to dance for his sake. At peace with himself, luminous and free, He has forsworn all that the world might take. Even at rest, he...

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FIRE-FLIES

FIRE-FLIES Fireflies drink from my heart... My boson swells, a nest in the dark… Fireflies drink from my heart... Each memory, each sting Is the flash of some shadowy wing. Fireflies drink from my heart... I bare my soul to the bees of night. A cloud of meteorites...

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DESCENT

DESCENT Night is a shower of your hair, my love, The moon on your forehead dangles above. My heart is the sea without a single wave Prone in the deeps as a reverent slave. The shining grass is muslin to your jeweled feet, And throbs in the softness of the stars' beat....

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CHRIST OF SAINT JOHN OF THE CROSS

CHRIST OF SAINT JOHN OF THE CROSS When spirit performs penance in the flesh It lifts the carapace to the tomb of the sky, Lain in silence upon the cosmic cross Love redeems the abysses of death. Buried in the catacomb of our cells, The wined blood throbs within our...

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