While drinking the long night
you became taller than the eternal
question, bitten by the moon.
Witchhunting will not stop
in oligarchy. A human right
stands on the ivory gate to enter the dust.
The weightlessness is paraded
nude amongst the full-lipped
follies of ornamental speech.
The duende was lacking in palace.
Rivals held the moonlight.
Now the muse will become celibate.
A giant mantis hops on a podium
to bless the dying god, and the candle
burns whole night.
Satish Verma
"There was a clear pool with water like silver
where mountain goats never resorted
nor shepherds drove their flocks." *
By the crystal pool a mild flower grew
(mild flower)
(wild flower)
And near this bloom a golden butterfly flew
(touched then flew)
(touched then flew)
My eye at depth perceived a shaft of radiant sun go down
(go down)
(go down)
As if there were no alga'd floor no ivory gate no door
(no gate)
(no door)
I heard the voice of Mnemosyne say along her vaulted way
("Flower)
(Silent flower")
* Bullfinch - Mythology