The Supernatural Transformation.
The pagoda pinnacle of your eye,
And the occult face of the face's mirror,
Swing me between fantasy and horror.
I had the glimpse of the terrified sense,
I turned a condensed phantom,
I was tongue tied and bemoaned.
The moment opened abstract miracle,
And a-haunting frenzy my being turned,
In burning anguish I burnt and burnt.
Your peerless nude from clasp to hem,
And implied language of the damasked sense,
Posed a tinged melancholy of void less occurrence.
I am oblivious of Time and a dejected forlorn,
Ah! Withered death and births, -I feel unborn.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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