Too proud to die; broken and blind he died
The darkest way, and did not turn away,
A cold kind man brave in his narrow pride
On that darkest day, Oh, forever may
He lie lightly, at last, on the last, crossed
Hill, under the grass, in love, and there grow
Young among the long flocks, and never lie lost
Or still all the numberless days of his death, though
......
The sun drops luridly into the west;
darkness has raised her arms to draw him down
before the time, not waiting as of wont
till he has come to her behind the sea;
and the smooth waves grow sullen in the gloom
and wear their threatening purple; more and more
the plain of waters sways and seems to rise
convexly from its level of the shores;
and low dull thunder rolls along the beach:
there will be storm at last, storm, glorious storm.
......
The mighty sound of forests murmuring
In answer to the dread command;
The stars that shudder when their king
extends his hand,
His awful hand to bless, to curse; or moves
Toward the dimmest den
In the thick leaves, not known of loves
Or nymphs or men;
......
A pale enchanted moon is sinking low
Behind the dunes that fringe the shadowy lea,
And there is haunted starlight on the flow
Of immemorial sea.
I am alone and need no more pretend
Laughter or smile to hide a hungry heart;
I walk with solitude as with a friend
Enfolded and apart.
......
I
PRELUDE
Daughter of Psyche, pledge of that last night
When, pierced with pain and bitter-sweet delight,
She knew her Love and saw her Lord depart,
Then breathed her wonder and her woe forlorn
Into a single cry, and thou wast born?
Thou flower of rapture and thou fruit of grief;
......
I see the sun run over the sea, later set
Below the horizon of Bay of Bengal, every evening
And the sea I see threat
The boys and girls, and sing
Whimsically, 'O, I'm now giant, be alert';
So they go apart.
I see the sun run over the meadow, later hide
Behind the trees of beautiful Bengal, every evening
And the meadow I see bid
......
Daphne holds the chase
romeo, did you know that you love me
with such sincerity that it makes me sick?
so, will you love me still if i tell you that
my heart does not belong to you but belongs,
rather, to the fascist with his boot on my
neck? you kiss my neck like you are worshipping
......
below the billows
listen to the siren’s song
place your fears to bed
Cool waves and green foam
Zest in crisp morning breezes
Pink clouds float along
Sunrise splash into gold sun
Chill thrills before day's begun.
Yellow-orange zing
A stroll in warmth since the dip
Blooms on green catwalks
Stained skies are fading to blue
......
I wandered by the margin of bay
As a call from far a distance;
I gazed- I gazed; sea did play
As if, constant to the Kashfuls' dance,
Until sun sets at slot of verge
And play stones under low ebb
Or queer, which I sought did diverge.
Meanwhile, silence came in deep
Among old leaves of Tamarisk;
......