Naveed Khalid Poems

The world that reflects not in thine eye,
what by a falling star you behold
through insensible transitions;
but which by thee no mirror can hide,
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Honey-combs in wattle and daub,
that heart-rending night
of rhyming footsteps by the sea-ashore;
while I stood at the door
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Must I break this American Dream
of thy most high deserts,
that shows not half thy part to eyes so blind,
of what all to weird in nurslings of immortality to count I
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While I had very pleasant view of the world
from where my untread feet
to eternal bliss in waking hour;
of untamed heart's forfeited first in nursling of immortality,
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My boy, let this waking hour pass ere you know
of scarlet-jewels that masonry's night,
amidst the heraclitean moutain at the salt-beach mine;
sticks out his head like a soring thumb impression
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From among the tree-tops to heaven's high bower,
under the cottage-hill by the sea-ashore,
amidst autumn leaves in the mellowing year of spring;
the sun in deep azure to eyes so blind,
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All too well framed in the back of my mind,
What still hangs in the bosom of my shop;
And of posting no need my love to claim,
That more be rehearsed after me thy name:
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What needest thou my fair of eclipsed doom
to bloody tyrant time,
of untread places far-off her vacant looks more bright,
that in the ocean sink where all graces abide by a hawthorn,
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Love of parting looks to this world forlorn,
that through studded feelings arise
this bonanza of yore dream to bloody tyrant time;
so sickening to the bones of unnerved blood in vein,
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She visits galleries
of Victorian Age paintings,
with Raphael in the background
of her most expensive frame of mind.
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