Canny Amah Poet I do not know?

Ii: the Drizzles

Sir –
You saw the drizzles
Before the rains –

The early clouds moved you not!
Now, in a monody
You sweat in singing the solace?

Sir – dear father of new rivers,
The kids saw the stars, your strange stars
Twinkling from their darkening horizon
– Stars with dimmed faces! –
Hiding their stereoscopic visions

Under their dark clot of dimmed lights:
Indeed we saw them twinkling
Coming to the representors –

Then while night fully sucked
Their lights into dead stars,
They witched off some voicy lads
Into their catabolic dungeon –

Oh, Sir –
Those lads situate among the representors
Who defied the coaxing secret treaty;

Sir, they whisked them off
Into the torment dungeon:
Creating a half-empty sky of representors!

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