concrete meadows and blurry cliffs <br />with half-extinguished thought <br />and naive perplexity that you bought <br />the dreary relation shake for years <br /> <br />mysterious and serene mood <br />which the gently weight <br />amid the delightful night <br />best portion of a heart's food <br /> <br />October in the white hues <br />and suddenly lose themselves <br />felt strength below the Celtic sway <br />hold tight on the mellifluous way <br />in deep trance, from among trees <br />will athirst against the wilderness <br /> <br />(dedicated to a great poet, Paul Muldoon)<br /><br />Ahmad Shiddiqi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-3-8/
