Kan-il-Lak the Singer






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A Portrait
The Book-Hunter
Baudelaire to His Love
I Am the Song of Love
The Fool's Prayer
Full of murmurs
A Poem
Kan-il-Lak the Singer
The Chariot Race
Long Life Not to be Desired
Praise of Colonus
Prayer
The Battle of Blenheim
At the Carnival
Before the Feast of Shushan
A Ditty
The Apothecary's
Moonlight in the Pines




desired!
Thine eyes speak gifts
But thy hands are empty. Thy lips draw me CheapAirlineTickets
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Like morning's flame on a song-bird's wing.
I follow -- but thy kiss is denied.
I am a hunter alone in a forest of silence.
Under what bough Are the warm wings of thy kiss folded?
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Amid the scent of berries drying
From my high roof I have seen the dusky sea
Trip rustlingly along the sand-floors, In little moccasins of silver, moon-broidered with shells of longing.
Ah, thy little moccasins, Nak-Ku!
But thy feet recede from me like ebbing tides.
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I have closed my door: The heavy cedar-blanket hangs before it.
Since thou comest not,
Better that my narrow pine couch seem wide as a winter field. The moon makes silver shadows on my floor through the poplars.
The wind rustles the leaves,
Swaying the boughs o'er the smoke-hole;
The little silver shadows run toward my couch--
Ah-hi, Nak-Ku!
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I hear the pattering of women on the sand-paths: Fluttered laughs, bird-whisperings before my lodge--
"Oh lover, lover!"
Brave little fingers tap upon the cedar-blanket.
But I do not open my door--
Better this grief!
I am thy poet, Nak-Ku,
Faithful to her who has given me Dreams! NAK-KU ANSWERS
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I have given dreams to Kan-il-Lak, the singer!

Oh, what care I, Kan-il-Lak,
Though thy hut be full of witches, Thy lips' melody flown before their kisses?
Know I not that all women
Must to the singer bring their gifts?
Know I not that to the singer comes at last His hour of gift-judging?
I will lie, like a moonbeam, in thy heart.
A hundred gifts shall fall regarded not:
But where among the dust of forgetfulness The one pearl shell is found--
Pure, faint-flushed with longing,
The deeps no man has seen
Brimming its lyric mouth with mystical murmurs--
There shalt thou pause And render me thy song!