O, how I wish I'd never seen the golden deer!
I should not have believed that shimmering illusion, that lie--
I should not have let desire cast its black ring
upon my heart, or cried out so, "Rama, brave Rama,
fetch that hind for me, my love, draw your bold bow!"
No. If only I had kept silent, this dark garden,
this Asoka, would not imprison me. It would be a garden,
and nothing more, no ... Continue Reading
Posted: November 1st, 2006