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STANLEY PACION

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Pear Necklace*


I shall travel to Hyderabad,
And there select for you the very best of pearls.

The stars have already wrought anklets to adore your feet.

I plan to use the power of my tears
To knot a strand of special luster to lay about your neck.

Wealth and fame will come from you;
These are things that Destiny has ordained.
Yet this my sorrow remains absolutely my own.

Behold the luminosity of the nacre, and appraise
How the space tied between each of the jewels conspires,
Enhances the subtlety of the array now falling upon your breasts.

Touch with your fingers the magic of the spherical splendor.
Walk to the mirror, look upon yourself - what value,
What elegance yours at the expense of my misery!

I call upon you. Turn your heart about.
Hurry home, hurry back to my lips,
And let me have you in my arms again.

Submitted: Saturday, September 14, 2013
Edited: Saturday, September 14, 2013
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*An Original Poem Adapted After Tagore’s “Chain of Pearls, ”
Rabindranath Thakur, Anglicised to Tagore, sobriquet Gurudev, was a Bengali polymath who reshaped his region's literature and music. He had been awarded the Noble Prize in 1913.

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