Keki Daruwalla Poems
|1.||Notes From The Underground||3/28/2012|
|2.||Alexander Crosses The Hellespont||3/28/2012|
|3.||A Take-Off On A Passing Remark||3/28/2012|
|9.||Sappho To Aphrodite||3/28/2012|
|13.||Before The Word||3/28/2012|
|14.||Suddenly The Tree||3/28/2012|
Suddenly The Tree
The hive slept like Argus
its thousand eyes covered with bees.
The light as it fell through the neem tree
was a marine light, in which
yellow moths set sail
from one perforated shadow to another.
The hive was mystic,
a drugged mantra
with its dark syllables asleep.
As the afternoon wore on
the honey-thieves came
and smoked the bees out
and carved out a honey-laden
crescent for themselves
and left a lump of pocked wax behind.
The bees roamed the house,
too bewildered to sting the children.
At night they slept, clinging
to the tree fork, now ...