- The Galleria
Poems by R Y Deshpande
To me came gifts from unexpected realms
And the world grew greener, more intimate,
A surging rapture as though a calm sea
Suddenly filled my self, night after night,
Under the rare moon in its beauty’s whole,
Until a new wonder began to shape
Its form of music. Its rush none can halt,
Busy men nor ascetics of the wood,
Nor sophists arguing ever what is
Cannot be what is not, yours or mine,
And astonished stood my neighbours. All changed,
The rocks, the trees, the cow-pen, the home fire,
Even the treadle of the press, internet,
And only was seen in dawning twilight
An eagle of blue mountain in the sky.
Another echo from cave of the heart
In amethyst calm travelled across
Dimnesses of hope. The spirit awoke
Even to outer sense and abolished
Was the dichotomy between being
And non-being. A great power unknown
To struggling life took the difficult charge.
I now witness a stranger happening,
Even the day plunging into darkness
To know the mystery that shall make it
Brighter yet, with suns receiving night’s riches.
I’ve become one with the soul of the earth,
Borne the ancient grief of truth, the unease
Of delight from which came all and to which
Return all. Under that happy heaven
It seemed she was tied for long centuries
To futility’s work-post. But chaos
Ripened into destiny and I see
The new thing arriving greatly to live.
In its eyes the dreams of night are asleep,
The sleep of consciousness splendid in trance.
I am femto-boss of zimmerland
And zimmermights are strident to outdare
The swift of foot. The harsh enormity
Of man’s evil exists not here, nor day
Nor night with dishonoured flames.
Because heaven is good, zimmeryouth braves
The littleness inherited from no
Of the past. In my inner room I work
Miracles in wee details of the hour
That sometimes jumps out from an old tired clock
In suddenness of hope springing to life.
Habits die hard but unapologetic
And sure-fire is the zimmerwill and not
Till this moment was anyone aware
Of spirit’s possibilities. Beyond
The hoarding at the city’s edge
In rainbow red drawn from god-haste raced steeds
Of my desires. Warm-hearted and strong-limbed,
White-maned in my moods, fluent like thrilled songs,
They were already one with wind and sky.
Nor frail mortality would halt their speed
And what it bore was agelessness of truth,
In the ways of the world too. Unquestioning zest
That takes it everywhere defeats death.
I’d known fate as my friend when destiny
By chance introduced me to living trust.
She was wearing an augural necklace
Of corals brought from seas of zimmergleams
And from the flight of the birds I discerned
That time has come the new race to begin:
O in femto-measures the soul of god
Growing in enchantment of hills and trees
And water and air, calm quintessential!
Then in a gesture as of a winging
Height’s eagle swooped down rapture from flight’s best,
Flooding the zimmersoul with beauty’s joy.