1) Thou, dark mistress of silent tread!
Afraid of thy grim looks I fled
Yearning for human touch and tongue;
No heavenly peace from thee has
sprung
No saint-like blessed mood
No angelic revelation stood.
2) Shadow of me wherever I go
I dread to see thy tight-lipped face
Thou hast not unlocked thy breast
No heart-throbbing outflow
Of feelings or friendly grace
To stir my lonely bosom’s nest.
3) No rosy passionate glow
A sullen frowning brow; a slow
Dragging pace as if ages passed
With stony silence embossed;
No lilt of dynamic warmth infused
Thy iron grip makes me confused.
4) Where are the charms that sages found in
thee?
What bliss serene that saints in thee
have seen?
What poetic zeal uplifted bards with
glee?
What made lovers seek relief in their
grief?
What made them in thee repose their
belief?
A dreary desolate island thou art
With dreadful stillness in darkness
caught.
5) Like a beast confined in a den
Bereft of worldly vision;
Thou, creature of the underworld
Dark denizen of mystery hurled
No friendly smile unfolds thy heart;
Wedded to dark stillness thou art
I know of weakened souls who depart
Unable to forbear thy sickly state;
Thy touch, a chilling reminder of
our final fate.
6) No praising paeans can I write
Dumb, devilish sprite thou art;
Breeding dark, melancholy thoughts;
Gorgonic terror breeds thy sight
No hopeful warmth, no prospects bright
No philosophical magnitude
Of noble thoughts, no positive
attitude.
7) Thou, sister of old age and death!
Our final destination cold;
Let loose thy weighty fetters hold;
Before thy black gaze my weak
breath
Aggrieved runs like a deer
Thy presence, a spine-chilling
flash of fear;
Thy bitter cup—none relishes, no
cheer;
May be a sage with godly mystic
vision
May be a bedlam fit for derision.
8) And yet I keep thee in my bosom’s
shrine
Beyond the maddening din of
reality;
I choose thy serious, silent
dusky mien;
Untouched by transient fleeting
levity;
In thy dark depths I delve to
find
Thoughts too deep to my shallow
mind;
Like a diver I give up myself
To view undiscovered precious
pelf;
Beyond the outer gleam of things
Thy presence plucks my poetic
strings.
9) Welcome, dark denizen of my heart!
Thy hard gaze hath its benign
part;
Show me thy mystic charms
Glide swan-like with unseen
tremor
Into me with smooth gliding
murmur.
10) Like
hard-shelled fruits with sweetest core
I feel thy delicious touch; no
more
I shun thy serious looks that
seem unkind;
A placid joy beyond outer veil
I find
Be my life-long companion; come along
Teach me thy peace and
fortitude strong.
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(O Solitude! where are the charms
That sages have seen in thy face?) – William Cowper.
Gorgonic –
monstrous : derived from the Greek monster, the Gorgon, who could turn anyone
who looked at her into stone.
Mien --- appearance
18th February, 2022 Somaseshu Gutala