Favourite Forever/ October-November 2015




Light, my light, the world-filling light,

the eye-kissing light,

heart-sweetening light!


Ah, the light dances, my darling, at the center of my life;

the light strikes, my darling, the chords of my love;

the sky opens, the wind runs wild, laughter passes over the earth.


The butterflies spread their sails on the sea of light.

Lilies and jasmines surge up on the crest of the waves of light.


The light is shattered into gold on every cloud, my darling,

and it scatters gems in profusion.


Mirth spreads from leaf to leaf, my darling,

and gladness without measure.

The heaven’s river has drowned its banks

and the flood of joy is abroad.

Rabindra Nath Tagore





Light breaks where no sun shines


Light breaks where no sun shines

Light breaks where no sun shines;

Where no sea runs, the waters of the heart

Push in their tides;

And, broken ghosts with glow-worms in their heads,

The things of light

File through the flesh where no flesh decks the bones.


A candle in the thighs

Warms youth and seed and burns the seeds of age;

Where no seed stirs,

The fruit of man un wrinkles in the stars,

Bright as a fig;

Where no wax is, the candle shows its hairs.


Dawn breaks behind the eyes;

From poles of skull and toe the windy blood

Slides like a sea;

Nor fenced, nor staked, the gushers of the sky

Spout to the rod

Divining in a smile the oil of tears.


Night in the sockets rounds,

Like some pitch moon, the limit of the globes;

Day lights the bone;

Where no cold is, the skinning gales unpin

The winter’s robes;

The film of spring is hanging from the lids.


Light breaks on secret lots,

On tips of thought where thoughts smell in the rain;

When logics die,

The secret of the soil grows through the eye,

And blood jumps in the sun;

Above the waste allotments the dawn halts.

Dylan Thomas





There’s a certain Slant of light


There’s a certain Slant of light,

Winter Afternoons–

That oppresses, like the Heft

Of Cathedral Tunes–


Heavenly Hurt, it gives us–

We can find no scar,

But internal difference,

Where the Meanings, are–


None may teach it–Any–

‘Tis the Seal Despair–

An imperial affliction

Sent us of the air–


When it comes, the Landscape listens–

Shadows–hold their breath– When it goes,

’tis like the Distance

On the look of Death—

-Emily Dickinson


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