All River Sage Sonnets
On good earth’s jagged face this lovely spot
Devoid of human footprints, habitat
Of beauty, virgin–
like, so sensuous that
It leaves me all enraptured, overwrought.
Then I thus feverish on this paper jot,
Eulogies to this place in haunting verse,
And with its spotless virginity converse,
And punctuate with pause, dash and dot.
This breathless, undulating, heady place,
I visited once. It lives in memories,
I think of it and when, with noiseless grace
It hurtles me into daylong reveries.
My memories are mares and SANNASAR,
Is like a sharpened, stinging, tapered spur.