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Issue 30, July 31, 2017
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At Your Cottage, William




"And I have felt

A presence that disturbs me with the joy

Of elevated thoughts"

Thus you sang, William, long ago.

I took a long journey from a faraway country

Of high mountains and rapid streams

It took me days to reach you, William

But I am finally here at your cottage




Like a dove, I took my flight in air,

amidst clouds,

Above mountains and vast seas—

A turbulence in both me and outside,

Swayed me poetically to the dim heights

Of joy and fear,

As you felt while stealing a boat, or skating

'Til the Earth whispered her dance to you.

The dream of meeting you here in your land

William, kept me warm and alive.

Like a lover and a pilgrim I came to you

With passion and ecstasy.

I bow down to your imaginative flight

That inspires thousands and thousands of souls

Across time and space

They read you, love you, visit your shrine. 

You are great, William,

Take me into your fold

Inspire me to find my soul.


—L.B. Chhetri