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February 2nd, 2012 - 1:33 am § in Lead Poems

James Broughton

The Bliss of With You have come to me out of antiquities We have loved one another for generations We have loved one another for centuries[...]

February 2nd, 2012 - 1:32 am § in Lead Poems

Sheikh Saadi of Shiraz

Two Poems 1. O bird of the morning, learn love from the moth Because it burnt, lost its life, and found no voice.[...]

February 2nd, 2012 - 1:29 am § in Lead Poems

I want to fly

Hassan Tareq I want to fly— Not in here in the sky[...]

December 4th, 2011 - 4:46 am § in Lead Poems

Walt Whitman

The little one sleeps in its cradle The little one sleeps in its cradle, I lift the gauze and look a long time, and silently brush away flies with my hand.[...]

December 4th, 2011 - 4:45 am § in Lead Poems

Attar

The whole world is a marketplace for Love, For naught that is, from Love remains remote. The Eternal Wisdom made all things in Love. On Love they all depend, to Love all turn.[...]

October 22nd, 2011 - 10:43 pm § in Lead Poems

Act of Union

Seamus Heaney I. To-night, a first movement, a pulse, As if the rain in bogland gathered head To slip and flood: a bog-burst, A gash breaking open the ferny bed.[...]

October 22nd, 2011 - 10:41 pm § in Lead Poems

In Memory of Those Who Melt the Soul Forever

Muhyiddin ibn Arabi Their spring meadows are desolate now. Still, desire for them lives always in our heart, never dying.[...]

June 6th, 2011 - 11:00 pm § in Lead Poems

A Dream

William Blake Once a dream did weave a shade O’er my Angel-guarded bed, That an Emmet lost its way Where on grass methought I lay.[...]

June 6th, 2011 - 11:00 pm § in Lead Poems

From The Garden of Heaven

Hafiz FROM the garden of Heaven a western breeze Blows through the leaves of my garden of earth; With a love like a huri I’ld take mine ease, And wine! bring me wine, the giver of mirth![...]

May 1st, 2011 - 12:01 am § in Lead Poems

I Am Part of the Load

Rumi I am part of the load Not rightly balanced I drop off in the grass, like the old Cave-sleepers, to browse wherever I fall.[...]