Poem: Shandur Polo
Had I seen the ghosts of this place They would dance their victory dance; Glorious vale Cup, chalice, Basin; The glacial streams Empty into that lake Quiet, ever so silent, Rippling lyre, reflection; Snows and rocks frame it — I have no words Only emotions Which boil and rise With the thunder of horses, The sound of stick And ball thudding Across the turf; The ghosts of this place, Had I but seen them, Pale as the snow Cold as the lake As vivid as the night-fires That light the valley; The whistle of wind The throb of drum The chant of song Had I seen the ghosts dance Their victory dance…. --------- ---------------- ----------------- -------------------- from A Sad Piper, 1994