The Interlude
I am drenched
In a solemn, endless rain of tears
Over the drifting of my sole spring—
Its grace and ethereal splendour
Extricate me,
Now lost in the tangled darkness of cosmic riddle
Fire me,
To the crest of your sublime ripple
In a murderous mob
Hunting down intolerant voices
Let me flourish
Efface that vestigial wilderness
Of towering forest between
So I can hear …
Lavish on me the wealth of your melodic inventions
Closing that desert of distance
That long seems across trillion miles
I, the latest flame in your rising fire
Pull me near your rapid river
Where groves laden with mangoes quiver
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