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Monthly Archives: October 2016
I ask how snow-wheat grows On trees and then sun comes And there is water a-dripping. In the upper valley tall pines Stand as if dead always there, To be green soon after noon. In the upper valley the trees … Continue reading
Quietly poplars emerge in Leh, High in the snow of bared hills, The hills stripped of their green By a forgetful blanket of winter. From the Buddha peace above, We look down on their clusters In a muddy rockscape nestling … Continue reading
Spider has to spit its fine thread To spin gossamer silk of dreams. After when there are rain pearls By sun quick to weeping leaves, Spit turns web to trap a world And world is caught helplessly.