Maybe one morning, walking in dry, glassy air,
I’ll turn, and see the miracle occur:
nothing at my back, the void
behind me, with a drunkard’s terror.
then, as if on a screen, trees houses hills
will suddenly collect for the usual illusion.
But it will be too late; and I’ll walk on silent
among the men who don’t look back, with my secret.
April 15, 2008 at 1:14 pm
Haribol, Gosh prabhu. Where DO you find these poems?! I really enjoy them. They’re an unexpected pleasure.
April 16, 2008 at 4:53 am
A new pastime for enlightened vaishnavas.
http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/health/3072021.stm
Hare Krishna!
April 16, 2008 at 9:45 am
Where do I get the poems?
I go on jags where I read 50 or a hundred poems at a time and pick out the interesting ones.
Not that often but often enough so I always have a back log of poems to post. I will get some scent of a name then follow it.
Or someone might ask and then I would go to get the url of the current mine I find most productive for random searches and maybe find one right at the top of the newly added list like
http://www.poetryfoundation.org/archive/poem.html?id=181222
which I add to the list to post who knows maybe two months from now.
Right now I go to that site’s home page
http://www.poetryfoundation.org/archive/
and search on “religion” and am maybe to the Cs . Angels and gods’ names can bring some treasures also.
As for the “new pastime”: no comment. :-)