TO lose one’s faith surpasses

TO lose one’s faith surpasses
The loss of an estate,
Because estates can be
Replenished,—faith cannot.

Inherited with life,
Belief but once can be;
Annihilate a single clause,
And Being ’s beggary.

Emily Dickinson

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HIS mind, of man a secret makes

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Badrinath Temple

HIS mind, of man a secret makes,
I meet him with a start,
He carries a circumference
In which I have no part,
Or even if I deem I do
He otherwise may know.
Impregnable to inquest,
However neighborly.

E.D.

An Ascetic outside the temple of Badrinath.

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I WISH I knew that woman’s name

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Way back from Badrinath

I WISH I knew that woman’s name,
So, when she comes this way,
To hold my life, and hold my ears,
For fear I hear her say

She ’s “sorry I am dead”, again,
Just when the grave and I
Have sobbed ourselves almost to sleep,
Our only lullaby.

E.D.

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Weathered faces lined in pain

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Badrinath

Portraits hung in empty halls,
Frameless heads on nameless walls,
With eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
Like the strangers that you've met,
The ragged men in the ragged clothes,
The silver thorn of bloody rose,
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow

-Don Mclean

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THERE is another Loneliness

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Manali

THERE is another Loneliness
That many die without,
Not want or friend occasions it,
Or circumstances or lot.

But nature sometimes, sometimes thought,
And whoso it befall
Is richer than could be divulged
By mortal numeral.

E.D.

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