india sky
The India sky is dark you see (I know,
I’ve been)—dark when clouds rush over,
solar lamps a-blinking, flicking on, one
by one; and when the rains (oh Lord,
the rains!)—when they come, they come
a-bursting, liquid diamonds, large and
bright as eyes in winking moonlight.
And Romance is the India Sky, the promise
of tremendous beauty, tremulous glory;
and when it falls it fills the ground which
drinks it up like living waters (is it water?);
and me?—I drink it up like water too, giggle
and take out my bucket, let it fill up to the brim.
And I don’t see, for the India sky is very dark.
