Anvil - The Golden Boat.pdf - Inpress Books
Anvil - The Golden Boat.pdf - Inpress Books
Anvil - The Golden Boat.pdf - Inpress Books
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No room, no room! <strong>The</strong> small boat, stacked today<br />
even with my paddy’s gold, is under way.<br />
In the Srabon sky forever<br />
clouds are darkly wheeling over<br />
an empty and deserted river where I sit and stay.<br />
<strong>The</strong> golden boat took all there was away.<br />
1892<br />
<strong>The</strong> Guest<br />
Love came and went, and left ajar the door.<br />
No second entrance.<br />
Only one more arrival, one guest more<br />
to make acquaintance.<br />
One day he’ll come in and the lamp extinguish,<br />
carry me far<br />
down the trackway of some wandering homeless<br />
planet and star.<br />
Till then I’ll sit alone, by open door,<br />
work in attendance,<br />
and when the time comes for that one guest more,<br />
there’ll be no hindrance.<br />
One day all the worship-rites I’ll finish –<br />
prepared at last,<br />
I’ll spread my arms and welcome home the homeless,<br />
in silence vast.<br />
<strong>The</strong> one today who left an open door,<br />
still by the entrance<br />
said, “Dry your eyes, for there is one guest more<br />
to gain admittance.<br />
Finish the weaving, all your work accomplish,<br />
pluck out life’s thorn,<br />
and to your new home carry – you, the homeless –<br />
a wreath newborn.”<br />
1902