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Monthly Archives: December 2008
ghazal #62 divan-e-hafez
This good messenger who arrived from the friend’s place, And who brought the friend’s musky letter which revives Joyfully gives signs of the companion’s beauty and power, So that in our search the heart has hope of the friend. I … Continue reading
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Ghazal #329 Divan-e-Hafez
Where the news of union with you, that I can rise above life? I am the holy bird who will escape the snare of the world. By your grace should you call me your slave, I would renounce the mastery … Continue reading
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my friend, roethke, is never far away
My friend, Roethke, is never far away. In my patched coat hereI have his poemWhich stabs me repeatedly. The cold clear blue of SaginawSpills out my pocketThe scent of a widening rose. What we love lies close at hand.
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ghazal #320 divan-e-hafez
if the dust from my beloved’s feet were to assist me,it would write the letters of suffering before my eyes. if his command were to reach me in search of truth,at once, like the candle, in a breath, i would … Continue reading
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sing, dervish, your exalted stutter
sing, dervish, your exalted stutter!sing your halting notes to the wind. or mutter your song to find its waywhere it will. but bring the thoughtout the mouth. so whatif the sound is mute andthe meaning dull. a brickhas more lustre … Continue reading
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rain, wash my face
Rain, wash my faceWash my tearsRemove the grit, the grime Hail, knock my headKnock my mindSplit my thought to Nothing Light, caress my heartCaress the SilenceBe my all.
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the light grows
the light growsmy hands to openand reach toward the sun. tendrils of sapwarm and applaudthe Awakener. a tremor of loveshouts in greenYou have come!
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the world laughs
The world laughs Its belly laugh As it guzzles pepto bismal
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the sigh of dawn
the sigh of dawn opens my breast to the thought and light of my radiant master.
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the curve of my thought
the curve of my thought eludes me in a forest of hunger and thirst. how to find the vanishing specter? sit still! wait for silence to scream here i am!
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