yellow tulips bloomed
just a memory ago
among flaming reds
blues and creamy whites
scented joys of last season
tulip abundance
just heartbeats ago
rich bouquets adorned my room
......
Behold the white rage in the voice of
this thunder of
this January rain
Peer well through the window;
you shall see the fatted rage that wakes up
the somnambulist
The rage is distant but distinct,
escorted by bits of frozen clouds
......
Empyrean drops,
Monument of July,
The pluvial chapter of life...
O July of enfeebled yolk,
Dispenser of splendour of sempervirence,
God has watered your tongue.
Therefore, pour, July, pour
The essence of life,
The grit of living
......
As I traverse the memoryless path over the leaf-sole,
I find all the barren trees expose their soul.
Their beauty, their ego, that had made them so mean,
Today they dance in delight, as they grow lean.
The trees which were the darling of their bunglows,
And the bushes which covered his poverished hut,
Appear the same, as the humility dawns on them,
Good or bad, Rich or poor, they are but the seasons fad.
......
'Twi-tu, twi-tu', chirping sparrow
Let them sing full-throat'd yet
Until silence, broken, comes to end morrow.
No space, nor attic left empty
They, being engulfed in hope
Dwell there, perhaps, to seek beauty.
'Twi-tu, twi-tu', season stirred by tune
The ruffled, fluttered wings of clever beings
......
Late June's musky days
and gardens tell their rapture
in colorful fumes.
Such feverish excitement
in season of bloom, verdant!
Scarlet and gold reign
'Til peach and plum take over
Pinks and blues follow.
Muggy days and heady nights
......
'Twi-tu, twi-tu', chirping sparrow
Let them sing full-throat'd yet
Until silence, broken, comes to end morrow.
No space, nor attic left empty
They, being engulfed in hope
Dwell there, perhaps, to seek beauty.
'Twi-tu, twi-tu', season stirred by tune
The ruffled, fluttered wings of clever beings
......
The sky is overcast with cloud-
The sun knows not where his pride lays;
A stolid day among untiring days.
Continuous thunders, or sounds, loud-
Make the day untrim
Dark and dim.
The Earth looks gloomy under veil
'Tis nothing but fearful symmetry
Can do him deviated from beauty
......
Drops.
In clots they come,
Jetting down festers of
The mean clouds that soar even higher.
Down here, the feet of the soil are mere clod.
Furnace rules upon the face of the waves,
Brewed and distilled from faceless chimneys.
The farmer’s rain is abroad.
......
Empyrean drops,
Monument of July,
The pluvial chapter of life...
O July of enfeebled yolk,
Dispenser of splendour of sempervirence,
God has watered your tongue.
Therefore, pour, July, pour
The essence of life,
The grit of living
......