Seshat Nibada

The poem of the mind begins
from imitation, the sufficient finding
of ourselves in others, of language in mind
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The silver moon is set
in harvests unseen, the pleiades
rush home across half the night
though the night is never spent
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The day breaks and not my heart
For my heart is as Immortal as the Sun
It shines with thine eyes across distances
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Victory, though it comes too late
I had not learnt creation’s prize
How to survive the engima of living
How to push it clear with flowers
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I am myself the term between
the drift, the dawn, an eternity
of mind dissolving in new minds
so dips this human Eternity
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Because my calling is such
I lose myself in entire days
Whole days of loving too much
Across the lampless silence
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I feel the autumn air
bringing an autumn slack
my bones beneath the black
colors of suffocated dares
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I gave you love gifts
Kisses for your earlobes
I gilded the time where our palms met
Like the fragrance of clean summer air
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Love imagines herself alone
The first responder to serendipity
A situation made for two
Where the one escapes in a blaze –
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The sun is tangled
In my prayers for sunset
It doesn’t matter than
I’m at the goldenth hour of my life
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In the kingdom of poets, you are my
Pronoun intertwined, my lover of words
I read you like a lover touches you
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When light is put away
We grovel for a bit of light
When love is put to rest in dust
We dream of her infinity
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Let nothing upset you
I who have been upset an entire lifetime
I have the right to say it
Hold on to the infinite
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I saw and heard, and knew at last
The Who and How of all I’ve loved
Lay open to my probing sense
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All morning the sky was high and blue
Free as the taste of strawberries
The total in my notebook
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I know not if be the memory of art
So longed for down the centuries
Some other beauty, or the heart’s delight
A vision bright of famed dreams passed down
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I have kissed the Autumn dawn
laughed at the blond of her lips
running beneath the orange finger-tipped red
half-moon, the vital breath
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Hope is the circumference of life
Faith is the circle of the fall
Creation the mighty exponent of
Oxygen and water, blood and time
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Bring those kisses back again
That are sealed with love for
Many a spring day, summer twilight
Bring those lips that shine of golden fruit
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The sea spoke to us
every night we listened
we gave our ears the thought of crying
trying to hear the cosmic music
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