Pictorials
Media
Part of The Carolinian
- Title
- Pictorials
- Language
- English
- Year
- 1960
- Rights
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- Fulltext
- ,„v ’’ Here I am, filled with poignant poetry, forlorn, weleoming in advance your return. Suddenly nearness is transformed into flowers, or you move away from me and put these flowers between us. Suddenly anxiety wraps me, binds me — I wish it kills me, as you move on away, and the flowers themselves are hazed. Helplessly I cry, requesting you to wait for a while. Why is life so shifting that our laughter now, no matter how sweet it is, is not an assurance that al the next moment we shan't cry? Why must be there tears always, even in loves as true, as poemful. as tender as mine? Why? Life is an enchantment enchanting me; a puzzle puzzling me. (8) comforter once you have befriended it. It conducts you to things profound, ethereal, reflective. I run into the river at sunset to share a gentle experience of death with the sun, an eternal lover. I toss a rose into the river; the river smiles, carrying it to you. Blit silence is a great In the highways anil by-ways roads and cross-roads of mind, longings, desires, and travel like lights, capricious, earnest, flexible, inflexible. They overlap with each other; centralize; tangle; untangle One frees itself completely. One is involved again. One gets lost. Yet 1 am never tired of my reasoning; I never despair. To me this existence is never worthless even if I have to walk on thorns, even if I have to cry more. For even in my darkest nights there are always you, hopes, meanings, like jewels reaching for me through the still water.