ENCHANTMENT by Lewis Grandison Alexander

I

Life goes by moving,

Up and down a chain of moods

Wanting what’s nothing.

II

My soul is the wind

Dashing down fields of Autumn:

O, too swift to sing.

III

I shall spend my moods

Like a rose discards leaves

And die without moods.

IV

My ears burn for speech

And you lie cold and silent.

Supinely cruel:

V

Look at the white moon

The sphinx does not question more.

Turn away your eyes.

VI

The poetry of life?

NO, the picture of my dreams

Flashing on my heart.

(from the magazine Opportunity, New York: Urban League, September Issue 1925)

Category: Haiku, Healing,