Gift’s from HAFIZ

23 03 2014

Hafiz is the most beloved poet of Persia. He lived around the same time as Chaucer and hundred or so years after Rumi. He became known in the West through the efforts of Goethe and Ralph Waldo Emerson, who translated Hafiz in the 19th Century.

A beautiful morning read.

 
 
WHEN THE VIOLIN
 When
The violin
Can forgive the past
It starts singing.
When the violin can stop worrying
About the future
You will become
Such a drunk laughing nuisance
That God
Will then lean down
And start combing you into
His
Hair.
When the violin can forgive
Every wound caused by Others
The heart starts
Singing.
 
 
A STRANGE FEATHER
All
The craziness,
All the empty plots,
All the ghosts and fears,
All the grudges and sorrows have
Now
Passed.
I must have inhaled
A
Strange
Feather
That finally
Fell
Out.
 
 
I AM REALLY JUST A TAMBOURINE
Good 
Poetry
Makes the universe admit a 
Secret:
“I am
Really just a tambourine,
Grab hold,
Play me
Against your warm
Thigh.”

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2 responses

23 03 2014
Kylie

Couldn’t agree more with the philosophy embodied in The Violin! Lovely start to the day! Thank you! xxKylie

24 03 2014
Catherine McSweeney

Thanks Niki, such beautiful poems! xx

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