|
The Indian upon God
| I passed along the water’s edge below the humid trees, | | My spirit rocked in evening light, the rushes
round my knees, | | My spirit rocked in sleep and sighs; and saw the moorfowl pace | | All dripping on a grassy
slope, and saw them cease to chase | | Each other round in circles, and heard the eldest speak: | | Who
holds the world between His bill and made us strong or weak | | Is an undying moorfowl, and He lives beyond
the sky. | | The rains are from His dripping wing, the moonbeams from His eye. | | I passed a little further on
and heard a lotus talk: | | Who made the world and ruleth it, He hangeth on a stalk, | | For I am in His image
made, and all this tinkling tide | | Is but a sliding drop of rain between His petals wide. | | A little way within
the gloom a roebuck raised his eyes | | Brimful of starlight, and he said: The Stamper of the Skies, | | He is a
gentle roebuck; for how else, I pray, could He | | Conceive a thing so sad and soft, a gentle thing like me? | | I passed a little further on and heard a peacock say: | | Who made the grass and made the worms and
made my feathers gay, | | He is a monstrous peacock, and He waveth all the night | | His languid tail above
us, lit with myriad spots of light. |
|
 |
|
By PanEris
using Melati.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Copyright: All texts on Bibliomania are © Bibliomania.com Ltd,
and may not be reproduced in any form without our written permission.
See our FAQ for more details.
|
| |