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In Love on March 24, 2012 at 9:47 pm

Amazing poem that made me think..about the memories of my own

In Love on March 24, 2012 at 9:38 pm

Poem of my friend..amazing..

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Down at the harbour….

under the pine…

is my yacht…

the name on it is “Mine“

“We launch at midnight,“ my beloved said.

“I will be ready,

My body clothed in red.“

The duffel bag had been packed for a century or more

Today it stood in readiness

Inside the pantry door.

 

She trimmed her hair.

It fit under the sailors cap.

She polished her nails

Placed them on her lap.

 

Midnight came

 off they went

under the hidden new moon.

They went to the edge of the world….

they were not coming back soon. 

The wreck of the ship

came in the night.

Their watery graves

they welcomed with delight. 

The great adventure

was theirs to be had.

They had climbed aboard

the launching pad.

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In Love on March 24, 2012 at 7:03 pm

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Where are you, my beloved? Do you hear my weeping From beyond the ocean? Do you understand my need? Do you know the greatness of my patience? Where are you, me beloved? Oh, how great is Love! And how little am I! – Excerpt from A Lover’s Call XXVII by Gibran Khalil Gibran

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In Love on March 24, 2012 at 7:02 pm

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Where are you, my beloved? Do you hear my weeping From beyond the ocean? Do you understand my need? Do you know the greatness of my patience? Where are you, me beloved? Oh, how great is Love! And how little am I! – Excerpt from A Lover’s Call XXVII by Gibran Khalil Gibran

My favorite author….at least,Khalil Gibran one and only

In Love on March 24, 2012 at 7:01 pm

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Dear Miss Ziedeh, Peace be with your good and beautiful spirit. Today I received the issues of al-Muqtattaf which you so kindly sent me, and I read your articles one after the other with great pleasure and immense admiration. I found in your articles a host of those tendencies and inclinations which for so long have surrounded my thought and followed my dreams; however there were also other theories and principles which i wish we could have discussed face to face. For if I were now in Cairo I would have begged you to permit me to visit you and discuss in detail [subjects such as] “the spirit of places, “mind and heart” and some aspects of Henri Bergson. But Cairo is in the distant East and New York far away in the West, and there is no way we can have the discussion I hoped and wished for. Your articles show you to be supremely talented, well-read, and possessed of a refined taste in the selection and choice of your material, and in its organization. They also clearly reflect your personal and private experiences, making your researches the best of their kind in the Arabic language, for I consider experience and personal conviction superior to all kinds of knowledge and all kinds of work. However, I have a question which I hope you will let me ask you. The question is this: Might not the day perhaps come when your great talents would henceforth be dedicated to expressing the secrets of your inner Self, the particular experiences and the noble mysteries of that Self ? Don’t you see that the creation of poetry or prose is better than a thesis on poets and poetry ? As one of your admirers, I would rather read a poem of yours on the smile of the Sphinx, for example, than read an article by you on the history of Egyptian art and its development from age to age or from dynasty to dynasty. This is because by writing a poem on the smile of the Sphinx you offer me something personal, whereas by writing a thesis on the history of Egyptian art you direct me to the general and purely intellectual.

My favorite author….at least,Khalil Gibran one and only

In Love on March 24, 2012 at 7:01 pm

Gibran Academy of Arts | www.gibran-academy.com | Kahlil Gibran society of friends around the world

Dear Miss Ziedeh, Peace be with your good and beautiful spirit. Today I received the issues of al-Muqtattaf which you so kindly sent me, and I read your articles one after the other with great pleasure and immense admiration. I found in your articles a host of those tendencies and inclinations which for so long have surrounded my thought and followed my dreams; however there were also other theories and principles which i wish we could have discussed face to face. For if I were now in Cairo I would have begged you to permit me to visit you and discuss in detail [subjects such as] “the spirit of places, “mind and heart” and some aspects of Henri Bergson. But Cairo is in the distant East and New York far away in the West, and there is no way we can have the discussion I hoped and wished for. Your articles show you to be supremely talented, well-read, and possessed of a refined taste in the selection and choice of your material, and in its organization. They also clearly reflect your personal and private experiences, making your researches the best of their kind in the Arabic language, for I consider experience and personal conviction superior to all kinds of knowledge and all kinds of work. However, I have a question which I hope you will let me ask you. The question is this: Might not the day perhaps come when your great talents would henceforth be dedicated to expressing the secrets of your inner Self, the particular experiences and the noble mysteries of that Self ? Don’t you see that the creation of poetry or prose is better than a thesis on poets and poetry ? As one of your admirers, I would rather read a poem of yours on the smile of the Sphinx, for example, than read an article by you on the history of Egyptian art and its development from age to age or from dynasty to dynasty. This is because by writing a poem on the smile of the Sphinx you offer me something personal, whereas by writing a thesis on the history of Egyptian art you direct me to the general and purely intellectual.

In Love on March 24, 2012 at 5:25 pm

A amazing poem from my web-friend..

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Quietly she rose

Outwardly she was all noise and tangles

Inwardly songs and jangles.

The warrior child sang in delight

As crone she faced the night.

Singing, crying

Living, dying

quietly she rose. 

After she translated

They came to dig the rose

Out of the view of the window.

Its roots were miles deep.  

The roses on each side of her 

Died without her beauty

They died without her singing

They died with desire of her song. 

Quietly she rose

Outwardly she was all noise and tangles

Inwardly songs and jangles.

The warrior child sang in delight

As crone she faced the night.

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In Love on March 24, 2012 at 12:20 pm

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In Love on March 24, 2012 at 10:25 am

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This part was quoted from The Broken Wings one of the literary works of Khalil Gibran that I liked.

I think it’s true, what do you think?

 

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The poets and writers are trying to understand the reality of woman,

but up to this day they have not understood the hidden secrets

of her heart because they look upon her from

behind the sexual veil

and see nothing but externals;

they look upon her through the magnifying glass of hatefulness

and find nothing except weakness and submission.

In another occasion she said, pointing to the carved pictures

on the walls of the temple,

“In the heart of this rock there are two symbols depicting

the essence of a woman’s

desires and revealing the hidden secrets of her soul,

moving between love and sorrow

between affection and sacrifice,

between Ishtar sitting on the throne and

Mary standing by the…

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In Love on March 24, 2012 at 9:45 am

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