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 convey
Sweet visions, worthy thee;—why is my sighing
Unheeded now?—who keeps thee from replying?
Surely contempt in heaven cannot stay:
Often on earth the gentlest heart is fain
To feed and banquet on another's woe
(Thus love is conquer'd in his own domain),
But thou, who seest through me, and dost know
All 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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