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TIMESCAPE
WILLOW and rowan and alder
at the mountain river side
whose rocks, below their wavering arch,
in gullies of gloom the mossy horsemen ride.
And outpost-isles loom balder
because no shadows hide
their boulders bleached by day's-breadth parch
amid the foams hot silver-chanting glide.
November pads her pillow
with thoughts no bough may keep
after the year's-end Lethe flood
dismemoried all the trees and gave them sleep :
' twixt rowan stems, and willow,
chill starbeams creep ;
through skulls of last year cones that stud
the alder-crest the clams of winter seep.
By yesterfreshet's leavings
the withy wands wer
Resource name: /E-Library/Disciples/Arjava/English/Poems By Arjava/That Light-Washed Sky Is Near.htm
...THAT LIGHT-WASHED SKY IS NEAR
IN this hush might float away
Dust and dross,
Ascent be won from weight of clay,
From pain and I6ss.
Light the incense tapers here ;
Bow the head :
Dream that light-washed sky is near.
Self's barrier dead.
Dawn-poise is on east, north, and west:
Exultant south
Holds calm within a glowing breast.
On lovekissed mouth.
November 3, 1938.
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Resource name: /E-Library/Disciples/Arjava/English/Poems By Arjava/The Light Which Into Darkness Came.htm
THE LIGHT WHICH INTO DARKNESS CAME
WITHIN the folded wings of Night
Away beyond the stars,
Beyond all sorrow and delight
Or this that aids or that that mars,
The Sentinel of sworded flame
Upbeareth evermore
The Light which into Darkness came
And hath no cleft nor any flaw.
April 21, 1938.
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WHEN DREAM AND FLESH ARE ONE
HAVE any seen the lotus dawn
Far out on the
ravelled, sea,
Whole, with no flaming petal torn
By winds of
futurity ?
On marshes glimpsed in living cirque
Flamingoes of new
light,
Before day's mounting din shall irk
And drive them off in
flight ?
Or guessed in brightness fugitive
Hints of far
other Sun
Whose ruby-fingered rays will live
When dream
and flesh are one ?
May 17, 1936.
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AS A MOONBEAM FLIES
THE silken web of the moon
Is fallen on the sea :
Silence bereaved set free
An old and a new tune.
Swing slow, swing low.
Gently your pinions lifting.
Swing low, swing slow,
Starlight your pinions sifting.
Swing slow, swing low,
Silent and moonwardly drifting.
From this moon so nearly full
Gaze upon crescent earth
Sad children of lunar dearth
Fain would pull.
Swing by, swing nigh,
You are an earthbeam here.
Swing nigh, swing by,
Scatter earthshine from your hair.
Swing by, swing nigh,
On deadness and shadowscape drear.
Starkly that silver tomb
Esc
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A KNIGHT WITH KNITTED BROWS RODE SLOWLY
ON a white horse a knight with knitted brows
Rode slowly
down the leafy glades of Time :
" The Alchemy of Latmos and the sleeping spouse
Of Her, transmuting lovely to sublime....
Enskied Endymion who by sheer excess
Of mortal
harmony outgrew his fears
Of finite's death and sadness—Enskied no less
Than that fair
Queen in music-maddened spheres."
October 7, 1936.
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AT SIX OF THE CLOCK
WHEN EVENING COMES
AT
six of the. clock when evening comes
Up the dale, down the dale echo the drums ;
Flutings are heard from the depths of the vale,
Bugle note's silver and fairie fife wail.
And a flicker of elves with sandals of gold
Are
threading with laughter the shadowing world
Till scarves are awhirl—on their filmy gauze,
Mothlike, a moon-trance stillness pours.
April 8, 1936.
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HOUR OF MOTH-FARE
SHE walked within the hush of fading half-light,
Silence was round her like a crystal globe,
She crossed the terraced lawns at the hour of moth-fare ;
And moth-white
over the dimness gleamed her robe.
Day was far-stricken in hours and minutes,
And the grey
aftermath grew into dark,
While out of soft skies of a June vigil
Empyreal light
sifted spark after golden spark.
December 9, 1936.
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THE HIDDEN ROSE
INTO the clear sky
Where
no moon grows,
Like smoke wends up the cry
Of earthly
woes.
Up through the shrouded bars
Where the
stream fors lows
Shine forth imprisoned stars
Of
heaven's repose.
Round hidden point of rest
Loveliness goes,
Swirling hues will end our quest,
Regain
The Rose.
March 15, 1936
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JAN 28 ,1938
..........Above the flaccid yellow leaves
The new grass grows ;
And emeralds coyer that too beaten track
Long winter froze.
Again the thought clouds race upon the sky
Of tranquil blue ;
And everywhere the joys of nesting birds
Come welling through.
Beyond the last horizons of despair
A dream has laced
The grey aloneness and the empty groves
Of ashen waste.
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