“I shall not forget”, I said,
when you turned
your misty eyes silently to me.
if I have forgotten. It has been
and again, dried spring-blossoms
have fallen in heaps over that
in the noon babbling pigeons have
and gone laying over it weary
timorous, the glance of your dark
on my mind’s page a first
your heart etched its impress; over
hour after hour the shifting
have painted it over, dusks have
brushed over it
golden amnesia, nights have covered
a faint filigree of their own dream-images.
Every minute, every moment
sketches its own
memoirs on the palette of my
broken crude images like the
of an unwitting child they engulf
weaving a web of forgetfulness.
If in this falgun
I have forgotten words belonging to
day, if unseen the fire has burnt
out from the pain,
forgive me then.
Yet I know
because one day you came to me, my
is full with the rich harvest of
even today. The light in your
eyes one day
sounded the deepest words,
the music from within the sun’s
No more your touch.
But this touchstone you’ve left
in my mind: even today I see, ever
and ever again
this world’s deathless image---
it brings to my lips my glass
brimful with nectar
of unreasoning joy. Forgive me if
I have forgotten.
Yet I know
one day you beckoned me into your
And so, I forgive Fate. I forget
all sorrow all grief she filled
my days with.
From my parched lips, she
laughing she beguiled
broke faith, sunk the laden boat abruptly
as it neared shore. All this I
Today you are gone. Far, far
away. The dusk
is grey with the missing red of
This companionless life
is ugly in its vacuity.
All that I know, but this above all---
One day you were here.