
LUCY IN THE SKY WITH DIAMONDS ~BY KRISTINA LOUISA CARR
A tiny brown triangle on the finger tip
Promises to explore distant lands on a trip
A tiny brown triangle on the finger tip
Promises to explore distant lands on a trip
My first love killed herself,
Not in the way you think,
Not with a gun to her head,
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
Listen, my children, and you shall hear
Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere,
A Bird, came down the Walk –
He did not know I saw –
My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains
My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk,
Aaj phir dastak ne mujhko jagaya hai
Kya kisi ne dhoondha hai ya khud se mil gaye ho
It seems a lot of work.
Looks difficult, somehow.
But if it’s got to be done,
स्पन्दन में चिर निस्पन्द बसा
क्रन्दन में आहत विश्व हँसा
नयनों में दीपक से जलते,
It was hard to believe the flesh was heavy on my back.
The fisherman said: Will you have her,