Alone in grief, alone in thought, alone
[The Pieta’]
alone in grief, alone in thought, alone
the mother stood, the mother wept,
small, silent, tearless tears at the brim
that never came:
The Pieta’
Around the gloom, around the dark, and hopelessness
She held her son a piece of flesh
Alone in grief, alone in thought she stood
The Pieta’
She saw him hit, she saw him fall, his eyes
She closed herself; hers the last kiss
Hers the last touch, farewell:
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How Cool And Fine And Taut
How cool and fine and taut
The random falling of a Spring shower
With it a rainbow comes
With it a piece of peace
Seems to grow wings and fly
And manifest the dower
Of serene thought and mind and peaceful living:
To save us somewhat from the dour
And crazy running race of life:
And like an Eastern queen or Merlin old
‘Twill manifest the power
Of magic better than witches old
On broomsticks flying high, high
Over city-houses and towns and villages
And magic black and sour.
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Ah! Strange Inconstant Northern Star
Ah! strange inconstant northern star
That in your trail behind you seem to leave
A trail of frost invisible
Into the long night of the universe
Tall and half-visible strange inconstant star.
I, too will inconstant as you be
And be
A father to new stars from more than one
Roaming restless and macho in the universe
Into the long night of the universe
And then
A million seeds and more will ride
Down the trail of frost invisible
Into the long night of the universe
Tall and half-visible strange inconstant star.
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When the wind sighs
When the wind sighs
When the wind sighs
The blind-fold statue sings
The faces of the skies are dark
And the cloud flies.
When the wind sighs
From the door-crevice in
It begs to enter in
How darker are the shadows on the walls
How sad how sad the flame wavers
As on the wall it flickers:
When the wind sighs
The sea’s black turns to green
And on the city-bastions tall
The first chill blow of wind
The first chill dropp of rain
And in the alley strait
Rain-waters gurgle down
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How Can I Exchange The Peace?
How can I exchange the peace
That feel I under these pines?
How can I
A more welcome coolness this coming September feel?
Below, below
The country falls
The country falls to a vale still green
From all the drunken dews of Spring
Though vicious summer heat preserved.
Below the peasant sings
A song that to my ear comes
In distant syllables
Audible yet unrecognizable:
And here and there
A thin smoke pencil-like
Arises from the cottages
Sparkled in few among the green:
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How Many Nights The Stars Came Out
How many nights the stars came out
And peeped from heaven’s windows in the night
And lightened up the bosom of the sea
Wherein like twinkling diamonds they shone
How many waves around the craggy shores
On whom the Fort dilapidated frowns
How many rustles kissed the crags
In every inch and foot by the sea-shore
And as with every kiss the rustling sea
Ebbed slow and gentle in its harmony:
And the pale moon looked on inconstantly
And in and out the sea-currents flowed incessantly:
I cannot say nor can the winds and stars
That every night come out:
And peep from heaven’s windows in the night.
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Peace is what remains
Peace is what remains
After the warriors are exhausted:
Therefore peace is born in flames and fumes?
Amidst torn bodies?
Amidst an arm here, a foot there?
Is that the genesis of Peace?
Our rationality, the ship of our rationality
Can travel green tempests.
It fails yet oftentimes
To course on the flat sea-breast
We humans are forced to Peace
And therefore say that we love Peace:
We love what we are forced to
Or because
Our biology so dictates:
For when biology dictates the fumes of war
Very little rationality remains
In the time-glass of the brain
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Why do I see a light
Why do I see a light
Burn silent and austere
In that small dark room
Where magic rites and dark
They say occur at night
Where happenings strange and dark
They say occur at night?
Why does the light burn bright
Into the solitary hours of the night
And fade away
With birth of dawn and day:
In that small dark room
Where happenings strange and dark
They say occur at night?
Aye! Happenings strange and dark
In that dark room occur they say:
Away from light of day:
Fleeing into the dark night
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In the shade of a long winter yet to come
In the shade of a long winter yet to come
I am standing now:
But
Let me not forget that I was born
In Winter too: but on the fringe
Of it with the Spring:
A case of enjoying both worlds?
Or that the Spring
And Winter together conspired that and such
In my first few days I would be of Winter
But then Spring made its best to gladden me
Began another season in the world
Parallel to my new life, and to it proportionate.
Tele keli bere mesret
Ha! Yes these words, this language:
I project
And what I project in chronology
That is in order chronological
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Disjointed Pieces, Bits Of Torn
Disjointed pieces, bits of torn
And butchered flesh, strewn randomly
Around a battle field of smoking dun:
These, these present verses, so I willed
So my Muse willed dictating to my mind
Sub-conscious all unconsciously:
She led me to the desert, and there
Parched and burnt
I asked her for her water which she gave
I imbibed it without a look at it:
And in the night the cold fell from the skies
And in the night the desert vultures came
And in the night the desert wolves did howl
And in the night the desert strangeness came
Appearing like a mist, a restless ghost:
And in the night the cold fell from the skies.
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