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Gautami Phookan Poems
Apollo And Daphne
Silver floats the moon and boughs slender sway, fleeing on her trembling breath her light feet braves. Rising of the lea in the dappled grey,
Inside the Crystal Night
A lighthouse blinked deep in the shadows' gray a fog-horn bordered at the distanced lines, few stars were scattering above the bay
Touch Me- Dusk
I walk through the woods swirling whiteness, thick blanket of mist;
Equipped with feathers, in the wind it flows Ascends, comes down and flourishes on blue; above the sea, beyond the dark and deep, my love extends and balances, on wings....
Revelling In The Rain
Revelling in the rain That goes tapping on my back. I twirl, 'am in no haste; With a weedy leafy dirndle
June Bells Flowering Under The Tress
Scarce had it rain'd - blue hued drops showering down; in the witching hour I rode, where the earth is overrun by weeds,
Sound of the - - birch urged some tardy trav'ler,
Faces Inside a Window
The only sound, whistle of a quail; That breaks in upon the tranquility. From the treetops glows the yellow moon, Suddenly tossed, as a draught twists through
Her Swan Song
'You are a lovely singing bird outside my window. I open my window and you become a flower scent and a breeze that passes through my hair.' ... Spun from the dark clouds from the night before
Upon the bed of fallen leaves How fair the blossoms lay, Silver the night, And silver the streams are veiled.
Hark The Bell Rings
Hark! the bell rings. Dusky clouds loom across the dale,
Flowers By The River And A Boat
Red poppies in a field 'mid green stalks, Where bathed in gold I often see you roam. Across three fields- red earth, then a river; And it wends through the woods carving a sliver.
When I've Gathered Lilies White
A flower crushed under the snow soon dies, A winter heart that's frozen in the ice; O'er my feathers embrace the cold of the wind, I fear the mute chill shrouded in velvet guise.
Feathers In The Pond
~ 'Flamingos in pink plumes, spread all that silken fluff; pink ripples in air.'~
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Apollo And Daphne
Silver floats the moon and boughs slender sway,
fleeing on her trembling breath
her light feet braves.
Rising of the lea in the dappled grey,
As she wore her verdant robes,
on her vestal form in surging waves.
He shielded her beauty in his embrace..
Her golden showers 'tween their stillness clasp,
as she lay glistening in his sighing grasp.
Stars shine in sheaves amid the elven shades,
that linger upon her fair brow,
hemmed with crystal strings and golden flakes.
His bride to be ne'er,
nymph of forest glades;
heard afar, beyond the hills, ...