Songs of Anisha
“Truth and Lies—Where Do They Lie?”
by JKS Makokha
On a patch of grey in our brain
Truth and the spouse laze
Separated, of course, by a thin line.
Scout with your real eyes
Through the dense reeds of thought,
this philosophy is all you will sight.
“De Profundis,”
by Christina Rossetti
Oh why is heaven built so far,
Oh why is earth set so remote?
I cannot reach the nearest star
That hangs afloat.
I would not care to reach the moon,
One round monotonous of change;
Yet even she repeats her tune
Beyond my range.
I never watch the scatter'd fire
Of stars, or sun's far-trailing train,
But all my heart is one desire,
And all in vain:
For I am bound with fleshly bands,
Joy, beauty, lie beyond my scope;
I strain my heart, I stretch my hands,
And catch at hope.
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