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Grass
The earth, this dawn, is lit by a soft green light
Like soft green lemon leaves;
Green grass like unripe melon—fragrant likewise—
The deer are tearing it apart, teethfullly!
I, too, feel like drinking, draining off, this green fragrance
Like green liqueur, glass after glass,
I roll along this grass body—rub eye on eye,
In the grass pinion my feather,
To be born as grass in grass come down from
The savoury dark of the body of a deep dense grass-mother.
Alas, Kestrel
Alas, kestrel, golden winged kestrel
Weep no more, this moist cloudy afternoon
Flying round and round this river, Dhansiri!
Your wept lilt reminds of her eye faded like cane-fruit
She is gone, gone with her beauty, afar,
Like the world’ss roseate princesses;
Why call her again? Who, alas, wants to rake up
The heart’s hidden grief?
Alas kestrel, golden winged kestrel,
Weep no more, flying round and round by
The river Dhansiri.
Sudarshana
A widower death-wed
You Sudarshana, the well regarded
Are dead.
Tangerine
Oneirophones
Walking
Guided, as if, by a gesture, keeping some sign in mind, alone from street to city street
Much have I walked; Well seen that trams, buses, all run all very well;
Then leave the streets and go quietly away to their sleep:
All through the night the gaslight knowing its job well burns well.
None slips—bricks buildings signboards windows gates rooftops all
Feel they need to sleep quietly under the sky.
Walking on along , alone, I have felt their profound peace in my heart;
It was late into the night—a myriad of stars silent solitary had come to surround the top of the
tower, the monument minaret;—Did I ever see anything as simple, as possibly sound?
Have blown away; even so alone through the night I had walked in Babylon
What for; even now, this day, after thousands on thousands of busy years, I know not what for.