May Day beginning with a phrase from Tagore [rubai]
Time is endless in your hands
but limited in mine
as the skyline's azure spans
its starry-eyed design
the hours flee beyond my reach
the seasons slip away
I long for sheer oblivion
but lack a taste for wine
Time is endless in your hands
& who can count your days?
patent is your pulchritude
while hidden are your ways
even the wise are foolish
how much more a fool am I?
morning passes May arrives
the greeny leaflet sways
but limited in mine
as the skyline's azure spans
its starry-eyed design
the hours flee beyond my reach
the seasons slip away
I long for sheer oblivion
but lack a taste for wine
Time is endless in your hands
& who can count your days?
patent is your pulchritude
while hidden are your ways
even the wise are foolish
how much more a fool am I?
morning passes May arrives
the greeny leaflet sways
posted by david raphael israel at 1:53 PM
2 Comments:
Beautiful! :)
Only tripped a lil on this one,
"I long for sheer oblivion
but lack a taste for wine"
Somehow missed the connect between the two.
ah -- the thought is simply long these lines (to paraphrase): I long for oblivion, but I don't have much taste for wine (which might mean -- I don't much care for drunkenness; or it may have a slightly different meaning). In other words, that won't be my easy solution (vis-a-vis the search for oblivion). ;-)
thanks for the kind remark
d.i.
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