Naveed Khalid Poems

Full glorious sun of our common affairs
in waking hour,
that in thy presence alone,
must I keep in check my pulse in nurslings of immortality,
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(On Yeats' 'Tower of Thoorballylee')

Me not on sure footings to beget her charms,
fore'er watchful at midnight lease,
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Should I more of my adversaries be part,
that to play a hunch for the parade,
e'ery looking eye of drifting dream amiss,
gold be thy beauty's fair love of made,
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Hear ye not full-throttle song of a thrush,
that in thy graceful ease,
of cherubim wing her beauty's fair;
shall but sing in melodious accents I, I,
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Love has but a cruel heart,
and no more I can bear
the burden of thy yoke;
nor the ploughman in his field,
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Of such odd sightings in reverse reflexion,
that of no compare,
of darkened days her beauty's fair;
God forbid! ere I e'er think on thee,
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(Inspired by William Blake's painting:
The Great Red Dragon and the Woman Clothed in Sun)

Of half-measured looks to my mind still
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By what words I pluck at thy heartstrings,
That Ovid's veneral Amores run in deep sorrows;
And through Roman blood of royal lineage,
In whose much too strain'd wreckage of a nerve,
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There's a small eye-catcher in the dark,
above the humming birds,
a syntax error, or a good way of delineating
the line, through e'ery pouring shadow;
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This mask of untread places far-off
beyond the sunrise,
too, hath passed that age of crimson joy,
much toiled by day's labour to my mind still,
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