Tuesday, May 6, 2008

Envoi

Imprisoned by four walls
(to the North, the crystal of non-knowledge
a landscape to be invented
to the South, reflective memory
to the East, the mirror to the West, stone and the song of silence)
I wrote messages, but received no reply.

Octavio Paz

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An Ode to Shakespeare


May death creep in in the shadows of a dark dawn
Like the bee's last sting to the flower
Poetry will wither into the
multitude of bark
Fragrance ride the crest and trough of celestial wind
Child and father lost in the vicissitudes of man
Only in life's last sting
does death subsume its nectar of nothingness

Janmejay Singh