To be like the deer as she runs toward the hunter’s call,
Like the bird that swallows hot coals for love of the moon…
Categories: Poetry
Tagged: imagery, Jane Hirshfield, love poetry, Meerabai, Shyam, translation
To be like the deer as she runs toward the hunter’s call,
Like the bird that swallows hot coals for love of the moon…
Categories: Poetry
Tagged: imagery, Jane Hirshfield, love poetry, Meerabai, Shyam, translation
What can I say to you? How can I retract
All that that fool, my voice, has spoken –
Categories: Poetry
Tagged: imagery, loss, love poetry, Vikram Seth
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest…
Categories: Poetry
Tagged: love poetry, mourning, requiem, W. H. Auden