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Active,
inspired by her he speaks and moves;
His deeds obey her heart's unspoken demands; O Sun-Word, thou shalt raise the earth-soul to Light A mightier race shall inhabit the mortal's world. |
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Inspirations
- The Galleria
Poems by R Y Deshpande
I am the song of the flute-player’s
reed.”
“Spouse of Shiva and his occult-bodied
force
In my womb I bear his flame-passion’s
seed.”
“Blushing like a dawn when
blue lotuses bloom
Brindavan’s maid is caught
in her lover’s joy.”
“Noon is my sword flashing
in darksome deeps,
I have come the demon-mights
to destroy.”
“Prostrate like a day at the
sun-god’s feet
Radha’s bliss is forever her
Lord’s will.”
“My rush of thunder and storm
wakes a birth
Of red-and-gold fire in the
Ancient Hill.”
There
would not have been the dreams,
Nor the
horned moon
Stirring
the ripples of sound.
Now on
the black stalk
Grows
your image,
A
half-blossomed pink’s smile
Stirring
the ripples of sound.
Even
as from a distant country
Arrives
the white swan,
He dips
his leg in the waters
Stirring
the ripples of sound.
Therefore
the seasons move
And the
great stars burn
Into
a surprise of songs
Stirring
the ripples of sound.
