Aks

 

Some words of yours to me suggested

How, through the fog of war and peace

A pulse beat on, that strained and tested

No loss could mute, nor sorrow mute

To trace this pulse through its confusions,

Illusions, allusions, elusions,

And limn its complex graph of love,

No skin of words is fine enough

Does this half-filial endeavour

Hold half a chance of half success

Even to track your lives, much less

Not to let these recede forever?

No, if I’d hoped to grasp the whole

Yes, if some shard may touch the soul