O Amun I can’t share my sorrows, For the face that hath golden shine. That face that became a morrow, For the world which has sunk in water of Rhine. My soul can still remember the first visage Of course that goddess, tough I was astonished, To read her character from the cage Of my … Continue reading GRIEF Poem: An Elegy Upon the Death of That Lady OR Elegia in Obitum Dominæ In, by Saheb SK