You do not speak for me:
You who soak yourselves in blood
Are far from the prophet's mantle.
...
I shall fall in
Love with
You again.
For the first time
...
The Years have not dared to
Touch your Beauty
Which sings in the music of eternal spheres;
In you, all is harmony, radiance, wholeness;
...
Few things will hurt you more
Than the envy of old friends.
Sometimes, their silence will reach you
Across vast oceans. You will hear it, weighing
...
If, in ten years, you should come to me, broken,
Your following relationships failed, your
Thighs bloated with cellulite, your cheeks fattened, your spouse
Uncaring; if then you should tell me
...
The high-handed man, solicitous
Untamed your demons; what passion
Seethed within you to be kissed again,
To be insulted, and restored,
...
Brooding.
Like a lonely god,
Too high for the world, reaching
Into the cloudless beyond.
...
The moon turned over Hindustan,
A foreigner wept:
“Consider, Lady Moon, with a queen’s sobriety
The poet, stood on this untilled soil
...
And You, it seems, are not there:
A paler objectivity beckons,
A colder glance, a more distant
Pattern;
...