A Collection of Poems

The boy that walks alone from school You see him not knowing how he feels He sits there empty away all that is real You don’t know anything

The shapes of homesteads, like a hundred white sheep, blench the summer pastures like a growth of mushrooms.

Blue and gold, and mist and sunlight, Veils of colour blent and blown In melodic monotone.

Dear Tagus, what immeasurable space Our present from our former lot divides! Glassy of yore, now turbid are thy tides, Once smiles my brow a...

Will you come homeward from the hills of Dreamland, Home in the dusk, and speak to me again? Tell me the stories that I am forgetting, Quick...

Memory is a bird migrating between my heart and the void

Du meine Seele . . . The heavens have cried their golden tears, They have cried so still, they have cried;

In her shoes, those shoes, those two sizes too big, worn out “kanavasi” she drags along to the dumpsters to rummage through the wilting, rus...

O the chimneys On the carefully planned dwellings of death When Israel’s body rose dissolved in smoke

The world is being run on time, by time, for time, and at no time are we free Just to sit and enjoy even the outward forms of the Beloved...