Poem

[firecat]

Seen in dawnd's journal

"Pick a poem you like. Your favourite, if you have a favourite, or one you think should be better known and more widely appreciated."



I don't have a single favorite poem.

Here's one I wrote:

Somewhere there was a world
where I lay down in your arms
and we watched the dawn.


And here's one Rumi wrote:


Thirst drove me down to the water
Where I drank the moon's reflection.
Now I am a lion staring up totally
lost in love with the thing itself.
Don't ask questions about longing.
Look in my face.

-- Rumi, from The Essential Rumi, translated by Coleman Barks

Comments

I don't identify with it as I used to...

[diony.livejournal.com]

But I find it very beautiful, and nobody seems to know it.


A Poem of Explanations

Some people know how to love,
for others it's just not right.
Some people kiss in the street,
others find it unpleasant
and not only in the street.
I think it's a talent like any other,
perhaps that's an advantage.
Like the rose of Sharon
with a gift for blooming,
like the hyacinth that chooses its colours.
A rose or a hyacinth in bloom
can blind you.
I mean no offense: of course
there are others.
Hummingbirds are the most beautiful of birds,
but if you like
you can go to the sparrow.
Even so, I keep telling myself,
I'm not a bird of paradise,
I'm not a three-legged ram,
I'm not an apple that never ripens.

[Dahlia Ravikovitch, translated from the Hebrew by Chana Bloch.]

Re: I don't identify with it as I used to...

[firecat]

Ooh - nice