Content Categorized ‘Poetry’

To a Friend

Dwellers at home, in indolence and ease,
How deep their debt, to those that roam the seas,
Or cross the lands, in quest of every art
That science, knowledge, pity can impart
To help mankind, or guild the lettered page
The bold discoverers of every age.

Invitation to sisters to a walk in the Garden, after a shower

Come, sisters come! the shower’s past,
The garden walks are drying fast,
The Sun’s bright beams are seen again,
And nought within, can now detain.

Here in my native inland sea
From pain and sickness would I flee
And from its shores and island bright
Gather a store of sweet delight.
Lone island of the saltless sea!

Zhingwaak! Zhingwaak! Ingii-ikid, 
Weshki waabamag zhingwaak 
Dagoshinaan neyab, endanakiiyaan. 
Zhingwaak, zhingwaak nos sa! 
Azhigwa gidatisaanan 
Gaagige wezhaawashkozid.

 With pen in hand, I shall contrast, 
The present moments with the past
And mark difference, not by grains, 
But weighed by feelings, joys and pains. 
Calm, tranquil—far from fashion’s gaze, 
Passed all my earliest, happy days 
Sweetly flew the golden hours, 
In St. Mary’s woodland bowers 
Or my father’s simple hall, 
Oped to whomsoe’er might call

Whose voice was that, here, where I lie alone? 
Look at you, said Eros. Scared, shy, alone.  

I dreamt my dreaming of you 
Brought us together. 

I love you as only dust can love you.

Keen eyes read the top row, staring straight ahead until the words unfocus.
G, then something, then D . . . If only that middle letter were in focus!

On this eye chart, every focal point is a vanishing point.
Desire dilates pupils. We can’t keep the world in focus.

When color comes back to the world,
leaving gets near. By the roadside, auburn
and cream cows chew spangled green.
Creeks steam. A lone bull’s horns gore