This is a brilliant poem by Vikram Seth.
Even Such…
I saw him turn
With such worried haste
And the world’s fear
From me. I shall
Through month and year
Stitch up the rags
And will unlearn
The evident way.
The pain dense tracks
Dark in the mist
Will see snow fall.
I will retaste
The tang of day,
The ceased belief
That paths exist
Outside this grief.
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