Savitri

Invading the small sensitive flower of the throat


They brought their mute, unuttered resonances

To kindle the figures of a heavenly speech.



(Savitri, Book 3 Canto 4)



Desire, the troubled seed of things



(Savitri, Book 3 Canto 4)



He tore desire up from its bleeding roots

And offered to the gods the vacant place.



(Savitri, Book 3 Canto 5)



An abyss yawned suddenly beneath her heart.

A vast nameless fear dragged at her nerves

As drags a wild beast its half-slaughtered prey.



(Savitri, Book 7 Canto 6)



There crawled through every tense and aching nerve

Leaving behind its poignant quaking trail

A nameless and unutterable fear.



(Savitri, Book 2 Canto 7)