A Lady Who Thinks She Is Thirty

Unwillingly Miranda wakes,
Feels the sun with terror,
One unwilling step she takes,
Shuddering to the mirror.

Miranda in Miranda’s sight
Is old and gray and dirty;
Twenty-nine she was last night;
This morning she is thirty.

Shining like the morning star,
Like the twilight shining,
Haunted by a calendar,
Miranda is a-pining.

Silly girl, silver girl,
Draw the mirror toward you;
Time who makes the years to whirl
Adorned as he adored you.

Time is timelessness for you;
Calendars for the human;
What’s a year, or thirty, to
Loveliness made woman?

Oh, Night will not see thirty again,
Yet soft her wing, Miranda;
Pick up your glass and tell me, then–
How old is Spring, Miranda?

Poem – A Word To Husbands

To keep your marriage brimming
With love in the loving cup,
Whenever you’re wrong, admit it;
Whenever you’re right, shut up.

Poem – Always Marry An April Girl

Praise the spells and bless the charms,
I found April in my arms.
April golden, April cloudy,
Gracious, cruel, tender, rowdy;
April soft in flowered languor,
April cold with sudden anger,
Ever changing, ever true —
I love April, I love you.

Lyrics – Jaba Jaba Timro Saath

जब जब तिम्रो साथ, मिल्दैमिल्दै गयो।…२
धरोधर्म मेरो जिन्दगी, कायापलट भयो।
[यस्तै माया गरिरहुँ, अँगालोमा बेरिरहूँ।
सधै तिम्रै हुने, मन छ।
यो मनले सधैँलाई, माया गर्दै तिमीलाई।
ढुकढुकी बनाउछु भन्छ। ]…२

लाग्छ मलाई, मेरी जीवन फिका रहेछ पहिले।…२
स्वर्ग झैँ आभाष हुन्छ, आफ्नै जिन्दगी अहिले।
[यस्तै माया गरिरहुँ, अँगालोमा बेरिरहूँ।
सधै तिम्रै हुने, मन छ।
यो मनले सधैँलाई, माया गर्दै तिमीलाई।
ढुकढुकी बनाउछु भन्छ। ]…२

तिम्रो साथ छ, मधुमास छ, न्यानो-न्यानो मिठास छ।…२
तिमी छौ र त मेरो, जिन्दगानी खास छ।
[यस्तै माया गरिरहुँ, अँगालोमा बेरिरहूँ।
सधै तिम्रै हुने, मन छ।
यो मनले सधैँलाई, माया गर्दै तिमीलाई।
ढुकढुकी बनाउछु भन्छ। ]…२

जब जब तिम्रो साथ, मिल्दैमिल्दै गयो।
धरोधर्म मेरो जिन्दगी, कायापलट भयो।
[यस्तै माया गरिरहुँ, अँगालोमा बेरिरहूँ।
सधै तिम्रै हुने, मन छ।
यो मनले सधैँलाई, माया गर्दै तिमीलाई।
ढुकढुकी बनाउछु भन्छ। ]…२

Maya Le Boleko – Karkhana

मायाले बोलेको, बोलि मिठो भो।
सुरिलो आवाजको, जादु छुट्टै भो।
जोवनले पिरतीको, कथा लेख्ने भो।
आँखाको गहिराईमा माया।
जुन तारा साँचेर, यो मनै तिम्रो भो।…२
धर्ती आकाश भाकेर, यो मनै तिम्रो भो।
जुन तारा साँचेर, यो मनै तिम्रो भो।

चाहना यस्तै हो कि, माया हो यो मेरो।
बाहना तिमी हौ कि, भावना हो यो मेरो।
यो मनले त्यो मनसँग, माया गाँस्ने भो।
मन भित्र गहिराईमा, माया।
देबिदेउता भाकेर, यो मनै तिम्रो भो।
जुन तारा साँचेर, यो मनै तिम्रो भो।

धर्ती आकाश भाकेर, यो मनै तिम्रो भो।
जुन तारा साँचेर, यो मनै तिम्रो भो।
मायाले बोलेको, बोलि मिठो भो।
सुरिलो आवाजको, जादु छुट्टै भो।
जोवनले पिरतीको, कथा लेख्ने भो।
आँखाको गहिराईमा माया।
जुन तारा साँचेर, यो मनै तिम्रो भो।…२
धर्ती आकाश भाकेर, यो मनै तिम्रो भो।
जुन तारा साँचेर, यो मनै तिम्रो भो।…२

बिहानी फुल हाँस्यो, राती चन्द्रमा।
जन्ती लिई आउनु हजूर, मङ्सिर पन्ध्रमा।

Poem – Mystery

Now I am all
One bowl of kisses,
Such as the tall
Slim votaresses
Of Egypt filled
For a God’s excesses.

I lift to you
My bowl of kisses,
And through the temple’s
Blue recesses
Cry out to you
In wild caresses.

And to my lips’
Bright crimson rim
The passion slips,
And down my slim
White body drips
The shining hymn.

And still before
The altar I
Exult the bowl
Brimful, and cry
To you to stoop
And drink, Most High.

Oh drink me up
That I may be
Within your cup
Like a Mystery,
Like wine that is still
In ecstasy.

Glimmering still
In ecstasy,
Commingled wines
Of you and me
In One fulfill,…
The Mystery.

Poem – A Sane Revolution

If you make a revolution, make it for fun,
don’t make it in ghastly seriousness,
don’t do it in deadly earnest,
do it for fun.

Don’t do it because you hate people,
do it just to spit in their eye.

Don’t do it for the money,
do it and be damned to the money.

Don’t do it for equality,
do it because we’ve got too much equality
and it would be fun to upset the apple-cart
and see which way the apples would go a-rolling.

Don’t do it for the working classes.
Do it so that we can all of us be little aristocracies on our own
and kick our heels like jolly escaped asses.

Don’t do it, anyhow, for international Labour.
Labour is the one thing a man has had too much of.
Let’s abolish labour, let’s have done with labouring!
Work can be fun, and men can enjoy it; then it’s not labour.
Let’s have it so! Let’s make a revolution for fun!