I run as a wapiti runs in shadowy wood, <br />Mad with his own wild aroma. <br />Tonight is a night of mid-May, <br />A south wind blows. <br />I start losing my way and I roam, <br />I look for what I cannot attain, <br />I attain what I am not looking for. <br /> <br /> <br />My most profound wish <br />Starts rising and dancing in my soul. <br />This shining vision flits on. <br />I try to clasp it firmly, <br />It runs off, and I am again lost. <br />I look for what I cannot attain, <br />I attain what I am not looking for. <br /> <br />Ilania Cyaalá <br /> <br />Nov.12,2010<br /><br />Ilania Cyaalá<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-run-as-a-wapiti-a-variation-of-tagore-s-i-run-as-a-musk-deer/
