An Indian Love Song

He Lift up the veils that darken the delicate moon of thy glory and grace, Withhold not, O love, from the night of my longing the joy of thy luminous face, Give me a spear of the scented keora guarding thy pinioned curls, Or a silken thread from the fringes that trouble the dream of […]

Posted at 8:03 pm on July 2, 2011 | Leave a comment | Filed Under: Uncategorized | Continue reading

Perhaps not to be is to be without your being.

Perhaps not to be is to be without your being, without your going, that cuts noon light like a blue flower, without your passing later through fog and stones, without the torch you lift in your hand that others may not see as golden, that perhaps no one believed blossomed the glowing origin of the […]

Posted at 12:40 pm on July 1, 2011 | 1 comment | Filed Under: Poetry | Continue reading