Friday, April 30, 2010

From my Window: to the Nocturnal Sweepers

14.01.2010

Sweep, sweep, sweep, ye maids
’Neath streetlights glowing warm,
Sweep out the eventide which fades
Before the looming storm.

The owl is silent in the tree
That prays with knotted arm,
Keep, keep thy spirit free!
Keep the world from harm.
Feel our lives’ nocturnal plight
The cricket’s trilling—hark!
Leap, leap into the light,
Lone minstrel of the dark!

Sweep, sweep, sweep, ye maids,
Away with monstrous might;
Sweep out Desire’s dripping blades
And her hissing sister—Spite!

All human hearts have shut their doors
And Truth and Courage hide
Deep, deep on darkling floors
Where blind sea serpents glide.

Hope is now an ebbing art
But few for it do pine;
Weep, weep, weep oh heart!
On Love’s forsaken shrine.

Sweep, sweep, sweep, ye maids,
Sweep me into sleep
Sweep away these weary shades
My dreams but let me keep.

The souls that seek the light are few,
Lord, wash away their fears!
Steep, steep the night in dew –
In Sorrow’s saving tears.
’Tis time for thee to sleep, oh mind,
To sleep, and thou my heart –
Sleep, sleep, for soon thou’lt find
The soul shall play its part.

Sweep, sweep, sweep ye maids,
Sweep me off my feet,
Sweep, sweep—the midnight fades…
The dawn we soon shall meet.

4 comments:

  1. I too see these nocturnal sweepers sweeping away at unearthly hours, night after night with amazing regularity. My uncle Puru was telling me they do so, because they won't find peace if they go home at night...so they would rather work and earn. Thanks for giving another dimension to their work through your poem... Write, write write away, for Canola inspires you!

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  2. A young poetess. Great effort dear. I am not actually a poem buff but I am certainly interested in reading and understanding what inspires the poet /poetess to make beautiful creations and how well the thoughts are expressed.
    All the best. Keep writing .Keep sharing.

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