in the land of poppies when <br />red has turned like violent seas, <br />he came lonely with the nothing <br />of his mind: and the firey blaze <br />all uplined throughout, bursts <br />smiling: never he saw the mad <br />in such teeming fullness <br />spreading over a cojuring <br />charm afresh <br /> <br />he was free and had no shackles <br />save the void only-almost measureless - <br />in his shallow hands he has time's <br />unending pile, and unhurried <br />days-therefore, he counted-counted <br />until beauty's gathering hands <br />fade in a numberless strain- <br /> <br />so many times he counted and <br />so many times his brain failed <br />in magnificent puzzlement- <br />dozed and colour speckled, yet in <br />swooning scent, he tried again <br />to end up soon in vain losing his ways <br />in jungle of glories divine: <br /> <br />a foolish silence stood down here <br />so long, -perhaps thoughtless- <br />before him a life intensely rife, <br />bare- swinging like a dream; <br /> <br />no more he is now, not a bit <br />of his shadow-what flower of <br />life he took from hence, i do not know, or <br />perhaps being too empty, <br />in his way back might he at all <br />forget to carry him away -<br /><br />Rites Ghosh<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/one-day-in-the-land-of-poppies/
