Year
for Viren, after Karthik
Here, on one fountain of a mourning mind
Here, on one fountain of a mourning mind
I have been taken up into grief, the strange
relief of clouds. Soon departed, I shall be
once again returned to disquieted prayer,
the proud monk to his rites rejoined
such are covers for disjointedness.
Adroit is the spoiled self touching only
late that of Other, of Beauty, Adonais
dead then, when Mr. Shelley once young,
now always, has clung moderne, as much
as, as soon as he can deny, spurn, return
a Vision toward the vital air.
He has the advantage of an Eastern detachment.
I meanwhile to walls stick, to
sheets, this cup, full, cannot release.
sheets, this cup, full, cannot release.
I step, my foot remains to boards
stuck, must walk inwardly restrained,
halt, try to, misstep, the usual tread
of, with, my heart.
With heart will I to Guatemala go,
there a Mayan lover do some good,
to active volcanoes,
deepest lake
with creatures strange -
axelotls,
pink,
delicate,
and one fountain send
where I need to go -
where I need to go -
there, continually letting
go the hollows, release
the following tread
and the after-flow.
Feeling grief's all,
I follow to where all is fled.
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