English Poetry

AGNI The moth leaps into the fire To transform its body into gold And leave the gauzy wings of old And ascend into secret air. The doorway of an unknown world Is the raring ancient desire, So close a flame and so familiar, It is unnoticed and ignored. Want new...

SONG When dreams come true, Or reality steers like a ship into the blue, Hold out your hands, Raise your arms in the invisible rain, Listen to its quiet refrain, It is only my love for you. When spring returns with voices shrill, And trees delight with amorous...

REFLECTIONS (2) as darkness falls images in me are swept aside, a curtain falls on the stage while the panorama is rolled away, for a nighttime of pure emptiness void and dark dark and void in darkness i face myself in absolute terror of nothing to reflect upon my...

REFLECTIONS (1) I stare in the mirror and see your face, Glow of crystalline light behind every image. The white rays return to the source, retrace, Back to the globe of silver translucence. Each form is now your indefinable face. Each shape blurs the clarity of your...

INVOCATION O sacred fire, Clad in drapes Luminous as air, And walls Of diamond-blur, Marble-white, Ascend In love, Crystalline desire, Spread the silent glow Upon the dark faces In secret caves Below, Color With pure translucency Of heart, aspire, Each tongue of flame...

NOW The cataract pours Its torrent in the void And is gone Each moment. The shoreless sea Absorbs the waterfall In its lap Each instant. Want new articles before they get published? Subscribe to our Awesome Newsletter.

LEDA AND THE SWAN (For WBY) A sudden glow! She staggers before She faints under the shadowy settling claws; Her eyes moon in blissful terror, face To brutish bill; entranced, her lips Upon the marble-cold. The thighs In naked need press against the web’s Primal touch,...

IMMACULATA Woman in white! Of form pure, Woman of light! I have seen your face In the distant gleams When the shadows are bright. Woman in fire! Of flame shape, Virgin of desire! All is burnt At the altar of your feet, Sacred and dire. Spirit of love! Beating in the...

UNTITLED (3) My heart does not pine nor crave for you. It is wide open with the patience of eternity And cries no more, my Love. My wounds have gaped with sweet remembrance And in the still frail light of dawn, All the pain is drowned in your name. There is nothing...