09 September 2009

1047
It is ___ but not
By Narmada such color it is a dream
Of confounding suitability--
Garment of folded wing,
A current of sun has bled
Your red and gold into the air,
And rippling Rewa joins the sky--
At earliest dawn, yet alone,
Would it be thus?
Or, to wash the water with hand and foot--
To be reverenced by a deity.