Saturday, September 30, 2006

Rumi

Some untitled poems, by Rumi

*
Drunks fear the police,
but the police are drunks too.
People in this town love them both
like different chess pieces.'


*
In the middle of the night
I cried out,
"Who lives in this love
I have?"
You said, "I do, but I'm not here
alone. Why are these other images
with me?"


*
There's a strange frenzy in my head,
of birds flying,
each particle circulating on its own.
Is the one I love everywhere?


*
You are in love with me, I shall make you perplexed.

Do not build much, for I intend to have you in ruins. If you build two hundred houses in a manner that the bees do; I shall make you as homeless as a fly. If you are the mount Qaf in stability. I shall make you whirl like a millstone.

The Nature Of Electricity

The Nature Of Electricity
by John Shade

The dead, the gentle dead - who knows? -
In tungsten filaments abide,
And on my bedside table glows
Another man's departed bride.

And maybe Shakespeare floods a whole
Town with innumerable lights,
And Shelley's incandescent soul
Lures pale moths of starless nights.

Streetlamps are numbered, and maybe
Number nine-hundred-ninety-nine
(So brightly beaming through a tree
So green) is an old friend of mine.

And when above the livid plain
Forked lightning plays, therein may dwell
The torments of a Tamerlane,
The roar of tyrants down in hell.

Thursday, September 28, 2006

This blog...

...will return in DIAMONDS ARE FOREVER.