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Garden Statues

The last night...
the first night
.... between them the clear (unadulterated/ untroubled) lake
...... ......
You left the cup/glass of memory for memory
its particles organise the gold of all nights
You left its voice "on farca tory"
swimming
in the silver of the room
furnished by the pearls of hours and minutes
You left wondering fingers in the intimacy of the departing keyboard
the little wooden horse
the teddy bear on the chair
the gardens near by
the sun still playful at 8.00 in the evening
You left the window open
in a morning attired in morning dress
You left the flower struggling hard
to meet it
You left it deliberately
the peacock working - arrested - in the field of beauty
...... ......
What time was left,
from your night this
didn't return
The rubies/hyacinths did not return
The thirst did not return from the gleaming sail

while....
you returned from the (bronze) of the experience
totally consumed - intact/complete
you returned of (made of) mother of pearls
of clay - without ornamentation
The days returned without presents/offerings
your duties returned
And silence returned.


London 5 april 2006

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Prasa

I needed to know the metaphor of this poem. please provide.

fareed abdulhameed ismail

SO DEEP POEM AND CLEAR….....MAN IS THE MAN AT LAST AND ALL COVERS ARE SHADES ACCOMPANING CLAY

nagapie

Breathtaking

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