At The Cost Of

You will beg
With love’s tag
But I shall not relent
At present

You are welcome
To come
And go at will
That shall never kill my spirit

If you have forgetful nature
Make it sure
You are leaving forever
I shall treasure it and remember

Nobody can weaken my spirit
As it makes me fit
To counter any onslaught
I have been befittingly taught

I shall cherish
And finish
Day with simple memory
With delight and no more sorry

I shall mourn
But not turn
At the cost of modesty
A dictate from an almighty

by Hasmukhlal Amathalallal

Comments (8)

Love this poem! First encountered it as sung by Loreena McKennitt on her The Mask and the Mirror album...hauntingly beautiful rendition, and absolutely faithful to the text except for repeating the first verse as a chorus at the end.
Another fine Yeats write......Enjoyed!
Now here is an image written by a master- - - - There, through the broken branches, go The ravens of unresting thought; Flying, crying, to and fro, Cruel claw and hungry throat, Or else they stand and sniff the wind, And shake their ragged wings; alas!
Thy tender eyes grow all unkind: Gaze no more in the bitter glass. Great poem. Thanks for sharing it here.
The flaming circle of our days. So poignant and timely. Look not upon despair and then despair. Look upon the chaos and find the good, or wither away in hopelessness.
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