Kashmiri Song
Pale hands I love beside the Shalimar,
Where are you now? Who lies beneath your spell?
Whom do you lead on Rapture’s Roadway, far,
Before you agonize them in farewell?
Or, pale dispensers of my Joys and Pains,
Holding the doors of Heaven and of Hell,
Here the hot blood rushed wildly through the veins
Beneath your touch, until you waved farewell.
Pale hands, pink-tipped, like Lotus buds that float
On those cool waters where we used to dwell,
I would have rather felt you round my throat
Crushing out life than waving me farewell!
Lovely words (the music is nice too)
That is a stunning poem.
The agony of his lover’s rejection–clearly unbearable! Strange to see it spelled out in such a pretty lyric, but then I guess that’s really the point, isn’t it!
Happy New Year, and if you haven’t seen it yet, I wanted to acknowledge your great contribution to my enjoyment of blogging this year both here and ‘at my place’:
http://kiwsparks.wordpress.com/2011/12/31/thank-you-is-an-excellent-exit-line-or-opener-oh-both-of-course/
Consider it a no-strings-attached blog award of my own to you!
Kathryn
Happy New Year to you, too. No, I haven’t seen that yet. I embarked on a strange schedule four weeks ago – 4 days away from home taking care of elderly parents and three days at home. On those three days, I fall behind in some things (like reading blogs and email) and have to catch up when I get to my home away from home. But, thanks! And I’ll visit your blog when I catch up and see what I’ve been missing.
I can identify with this, thanks for posting.