Love is a prison of the heart Says the infatuated: You are my prison guard
we observe the armistice between our shadows today, we live in a world of small things
Leading a life that will never be approved of
So there. This is what you have done. Something inside is waiting until you are gone. My highest morality is a travesty. My greatest love, revolting. My sacred ones, a blemish on your race. My hatred, the purest thing I know.
Gentle lady, do not sing Sad songs about the end of love; Lay aside sadness and sing, How love that passes is enough. Sing about the long deep sleep Of lovers that are dead and how In the grave all love shall sleep Love is aweary now – James Joyce
Poem , in which we are not immortal but our identities dissolve in- to one another and we are only a little bit afraid to call it love
When we’re old and done
When we're old and done How will our love feel? Will we be Anxious, afraid we missed out on What we could have done? Afraid of Looking back and feeling like dry sand? Life seems funny and meaningful when the people Around us are younger and we, unwittingly We become authorities on living They say ...
Convenient Store
Convenient Store This one here is a microwave world, we are sheltering our love from love. I sit down in a convenient store. I drink a cup of coffee. I look at the plastic bottles with pink lids standing on the shelves like proud flamingos. They are indestructible promises of freedom, their feet ringed with ...
“Among those whom I like or admire, I can find no common denominator, but among those whom I love, I can: All of them make me laugh.” — W.H. Auden
A belief is all we have
A belief is all we have to hold on to, some warmth weaning us for darker times when we thicket each other's softest spots, make our fingers lost and blow weightless snow in each other's faces when we make chocolate gestures, blanket soft talk in some rearrangement of tired starlight
Reading: In The Summer by Nizar Qabbani
Nizar Qabbani (1923-1998) was a Syrian diplomat, poet and publisher. His poetic style combines simplicity and elegance in exploring themes of love, eroticism, feminism, religion, and Arab nationalism (Wikipedia). I read a simple love poem, translated by B. Frangieh And C. Brown, that sounds unmistakenly Arabic: In the summer In the summer I stretch out on the ...