Dissolution of Self
It was night ;
Darkness loomed thick in the air ,
With sparse stars, in the remote sky ,radiating dimly ,
I sat motionless on the chair , on the rooftop,
Overlooking a pond , choke full Of hyacinths and wild algae ,
As still and silent as a column in a colonnaded mausoleum .
I gazed overhead and saw the Moon , waxing slowly out of the scudding , foamy clouds .
An...