Beauty and vision,
Dream and sensation,
Sense and sensibility.
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Let me, let me be a red China rose
Let, let me be a red china roseAt the Ankleted Blackly Holy Foot of the Mother.O, let me, let me be a flower offered toThe Artistic and Sculptural Leg Divine of the Mother,Just the replica of the one Leg Divine of KaliAnd I a hibiscus offered to!
If your son listens to you not,
SonListens to,Listens to you not,If your son,Son…What can be,Can be more disheartening than this?Oh, very sad,Very, very sad!Very bad,Very, very bad to hear it,really very bad!
Bob Dylan,
And your songThe song of America,American culture and Americanness?Bob Dylan,Your song the song of Americana,AmericansWith AmericanismsDotting the rhythm of speechAnd poetry as songs breaking forth.
My communist clerk, what should I call you,
A Stalinist or a Maoist?I see you reading Communist Manifesto as the Bible,Truly, the Bible of the comrades and cadres,I mean the leftists.
Shiva as Kalbhairava
The attendant,Bhairava-vahana.Shiva as Bhairava,KalbhairavaWith the dogGoing.The sadhaka,The yogiAnd the fakira,The tantrika on his way.And the master followedBy the dogTo his hutBy the samshana.The sadhaka,The aghorasadhakaIn his hut by the river banksTo the sashana.
From the circus gallery
I hearing,Hearing the sad and solemn music,Music of humanityThe orchestra music going onFrom the top other side stageStanding face to face the other side galleryAnd the circus artistes playingWith tigers, lions, foxes,Camels, elephants, horsesShowing acrobatic skills,Vaults and swings into the hanging nets,Going for a horse-ride,Mounting the elephants,The joker on the ass,The motorist in the cage…