Beyond the dark azure - but
That was before dusk.
And in the night
The Thinker looking at the sage skies
Saw Beyond after Beyond
Yet
Always as in ever-increase
Without a cease.
Beyond followed Beyond and never ceased.
Nor Dawn, nor Day, nor Noon, nor
Afternoon, nor Dusk, nor Night -
The cycle had again begun,
And
In that cycle half-thinking
Half-observing learnt
That there be ever-Beyond
And ever-beyond increase
Sub-conscious mists
Where Conscious all opiate stands
Under Time: Motion and its band
When the Night came again and
Dark shuddered started again the Cycle
And whispered softer, softer in that dark.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem