In that sloth before waking up a dream may come
And vanish without trace, unless its vividness
Is noted on a scrap of paper or saved in cyber-space.
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1.
The rapids of history leave us breathless as they happen.
If we are long-lived, they will rush by again in the future.
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A winsome youth, whose visage bore
A galaxy of pimples on the forehead,
Noticed a girl running ahead
While tramping up a country road.
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1.
Her bangled arm half resting on his torso,
That helmeted rider of the scooter-steed;
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There is no word I know,
No analogy that will show
Or capture or condense
That peculiar sense
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1. Bone beauty we admire;
Better wait
Till we are skeletons.
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1
The mind is a chameleon,
Who takes its colour from the ambiance,
To fool whose eyes, O Lord, but Thine,
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There is no name for this hint of 'suchness'
Erupting through an ordinary day,
Not as a reasonable grief, a consequence
Of known bereavement, some interior death
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I
The Tibetan waits for customers.
His high-boned face is flat,
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