Written by
Omer Tarin |
You draw your breath
yearning
a sadness infinite
in its contemplation;
I, who embraced death
in dumbfounded rapture
am reborn
in the eternal question
imprisoned in your eyes;
Are we to celebrate
this reprieve
relying
on our doomed songs
of desperate desire?
Let's be buried together.
(from ''Burnt Offerings, 1996)
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Written by
Francesco Petrarch |
[Pg 297] SONNET LXIX. Dolce mio caro e prezioso pegno. HE PRAYS HER TO APPEAR BEFORE HIM IN A VISION. Dear precious pledge, by Nature snatch'd away,But yet reserved for me in realms undying;O thou on whom my life is aye relying,Why tarry thus, when for thine aid I pray?Time was, when sleep could to mine eyes conveySweet visions, worthy thee;—why is my sighingUnheeded now?—who keeps thee from replying?Surely contempt in heaven cannot stay:Often on earth the gentlest heart is fainTo feed and banquet on another's woe(Thus love is conquer'd in his own domain),But thou, who seest through me, and dost knowAll that I feel,—thou, who canst soothe my pain,Oh! let thy blessed shade its peace bestow. Wrottesley.
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Written by
Omar Khayyam |
O thou who hast not done good, but who hast done
evil, and who hast afterward sought refuge in the Divinity,
guard thyself from relying upon pardon; for he who
has done nothing resembles no more him who has sinned
than he who has sinned resembles him who has done
nothing!
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Written by
Omar Khayyam |
Though sin hath made me ugly and forlorn, not without
hope am I like some idolater relying on his temple
gods. So, on the morn I die of yesternight's carouse,
give me some wine and call the one Beloved, for Hell
and Paradise are one to me.
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