But what have I, but what have I, my friend, To give you, what can you…
by Dev
There smiles the Divine Child among his playthings of unmeaning clouds…
Blond hair like a clown’s The music floats—drowns The creaking of…
And that inverted Bowl they call the Sky, Whereunder crawling coop'd we…
A bird comes flying from the West, It flies for the East, Towards the…
The way a crow Shook down on me The dust of snow From a hemlock tree……
Whence comes man at his birth? or where does death lead him? Whom do you…
What do I owe to you Who loved me deep and long? You never gave my…
Pale hands I loved beside the Shalimar, Where are you now? Who lies…
He is not dead, this friend — not dead, But in the path we mortals…
