A book of verses underneath the bough,
A jug of wine, a loaf of bread—and thou
Beside me singing in the wilderness—
Oh, wilderness were paradise enow.
(Omar Khayyam’s (1048-1131 CE) well-known quatrain (Rubai). Its translation was done by Fitzgerald as above. Now look at the following translation done by me of a Gujarati Muktak by Somsundar Soori (Vikram Samwat 1430-1499, older by about 54 years as compared to CE)).
Nature’s drape of cool sunny sand,
Sunshade of green trees, time in hand,
And buttermilk amply supplied,
Pray, what more would paradise lend?
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Reflections |22.08.2023| quatrain, poetry
Poet’s note: Both the foregoing quatrains have similar poetic thought. Does it mean that poet Soori copied the thought from Khayyam, who happened earlier? No, similar thoughts do sometimes strike poets.
Categories:
enow, heaven, poetry,
Form: Quatrain
Enow
enow. / (?'na?) / adjective, adverb. an archaic word for enough
Yes, We Survivors Do Live On But How
Many should die, millions or just enow
Yes, war and the fallen lives of war dead
Corpses strewn upon wet blood-soaked ground
In fertile fields, were farmers once did plow.
Many should die, millions or just enow
War the savagery of lost mankind
Death, carnage, loss and misery expands
In fertile fields, were farmers once did plow.
Many should die, millions or just enow
And tears fall like snow from a weeping sky
And mothers, daughters, many wear black dress
In fertile fields, were farmers once did plow.
Many should die, millions or just enow
Yes, we survivors do live on but how?
Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet
June 22, 1974
Note:
""Enow""
enow. / (?'na?) / adjective, adverb. an archaic word for the word= "enough"
Categories:
enow, death, deep, evil, history,
Form: Sonnet
A little love-bud of mine
Like a pyre flicker of light
Inflame in my heart so bright,
Trod my heart o' labyrinthine.
Toxicate my heart to love:
Loving in truth, crystal clear;
Eternally I shall rove----
Living in your halo sphere.
O'er me; is a thousand grid,
Ver'ly let my love-bud grow
E'er waxing strong and rapid
B'twixt my cycle grove it glow.
Ultra and powerful to shine;
Downing to me the fair rays
Of a loving-bud, of mine;
Fore'er light'ning all my days.
More buds will yeild bounty light
Inside the chamb'rs of my soul
'Now, I wait for love to spright
Enow, to quicken me whole.
BY: OSUJI CHIBUEZE (PEN NAME: CHIBZ
OBSERVER)
Categories:
enow, love
Form: Acrostic
The rocket scientist looked in dismay as the rocket lay in a smolderin' heap!
'Twas fired t'ward Mars but was not to be - 'twas enow' to make a man weep!
As he skulked back to his office to figger out what went wrong,
A thought rattled thro' his skull settin' off a clangin' gong!
"The consarned thing is like some guv'mint workers I know!" he uttered!
"They won't work and you can't fire 'em!" under his breath he muttered!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) All Rights Reserved
Categories:
enow, funny,
Form: Couplet
Standing-by in the dreamy night,
Going beyond a sleepy state;
Trying, waiting, seeking a reply,
Seeking your smile--and I wait,
Standing by--much like a candle's thread
Whose little fire burneth bold:
Ready to flicker and die instead
From waiting, longing, growing cold...
Tell me what new gifts shall I bestow?
What new emotion must swell?
How much love must be enow
To cure mine heart unwell?
Tell me what new love, and what care
Must be made yours eternally,
For I'd go out any which where
If just to see you smile at me...
Categories:
enow, loveme,
Form: Quatrain
Used upshot ~ no just quiet ring
as Grandma sits upon her swing
content, but how, you want to sing
can quiet rest so willingly!
Her eyes seem set ~ yet seeing more
it must be from some elsewhere store
no name for it ~ I've never seen
this humming silence ~ all upbring!
A few things in her blighted way
just keep it simple ~ she might stray
to find herself another day
just Grama's room ~ no others play!
"Semper Fidelis" is our goal,
while Grama's just another soul
I must keep courage, country's role
the young, my strength, my certained skoal!
My house, my car, my holding's grow
my kids, my yard, my food enow ~
my fun in living for the show,
my lust's inebriating's toll!
Bring Grama home ~ she's all you've left
the years between, her roads still cleft
when she did hone your seed in debt ~
Bring Grama home . . . her grace is kept!
Categories:
enow, devotion, family, love, peoplehome,
Form: Monorhyme
But burrow not, nor cut in wrath
my flowing curl, life's under math,
to swirl it so, occasion's path
is not enow ~ vanity's craft!
I'll stick my neck out, counteract
some vague delusion others stack
my hair, but grow, as strength in fact
till pillars tumble, faith gives back!
Tis pride's own rantors should beware
who carry cantor with compare,
myself - my prowess, so repair
Aye, grow the truth, within, not stare!
This flowing gambit has its share
as hope not slander, courage scare
the rates of dander are ensnare
My locks comb smoothly with affair ~
This beauty's answer ~ God take care!
Categories:
enow, faith, inspirational
Form: Monorhyme
Distraction is the giant fuse
that takes my thought to other's lose,
to turn the heart to so and so
seems easier, than to rescue soul!
Mind on my ways, my thoughts of prose
are so entwining ~ losing's pose,
the mind, the mind is life's escrow,
the bind, the bind, is self control!
Ah lose me then, true love's not known
that thy encounters were bestow
and all thy rantings teamed enow ~
to live again, my life's expose!
Was gentle faith ~ in pathway's chose!
Categories:
enow, love
Form: Monorhyme
Motherland, my native-land,
Thou hast been again reduced to sand;
Once again these men have made you
That Old Woman, my motherland!
I look from here to there about
And my heart crosses this doubt
As how could it ever be:
Can I Not Help My Dear Country?
They freed thee years ago--
They drove out mortal enemy;
But worse fates have brought you down,
These three scores and years three...
Give me your voice my Motherland,
I'll do my best for all to see;
I'll free thee from all--all's enow:
I Shall Bring Back Our Dignity!
In times when your sons leave--
Desert their mother in troubled-sea,
I promise Mother, give a word
And I shall bring back Liberty...!
...Tell me your heart my Motherland,
Share your sorrows do, with me;
None could doubt, I shall bring back:
Get back our lost Liberty.....
Categories:
enow, devotion, loss, recovery from...heart,
Form: Quatrain
Many busied minutes have been spent upon my brow....
As formed of sweat that be hanging on down as if not enow.
A toilment of movement has haunted my graying cloud about my head...
Following oh following b'neath my dread.
Will'st this dread bring about my unlying day reckoning of being dead? ...
Watching and waiting the spread of dread, whilst it does do change
into it's renewed spreading dread.
That clock on yonder wall does well haunt me...
Ticking it's unconcessive sound well ached to ear.
How will i manage to unbitter this sounding well resounding attacked
to my one good ear? ...
Haste to thee these all wasted many year.
Alas i must bid not one good fare thee well as not...
Hence my choice to die and proceed straight into that dismal hell.
Death still mocks me as i sit and dwell...
I shan't ever feel safe as well.
Death promises to me a long yearning respite...
This in the end to me will finally delight.
Categories:
enow, angst, death, nature, passion,
Form: I do not know?
As interruption wanes with cares of how
a promise then, I have by Godly vow,
an ever more to strengthen thee enow
so strengthening, I grip my cause, escrow.
A boycott of derange, I pray to space
my legacy from thine, this being case,
until in mastery's time, I play thy face
adjourning nearer mine, in Godly praise.
Is dearer, solemn, fine - a private grace
that blesses homage' line, my own to trace.
As God denotes divine, to so replace
all emptiness' consign - with loving based!
Categories:
enow, faith,
Form: Rhyme
In virtues keeping of resolve,
in faith do summit, then absolve.
As if endearing could evolve
more closeness, some obstruction seems revolve.
That ego badgering, the eye of pride extols,
a spirit coveting - does want thee, as I go,
unwanting, to withhold thy love, its show -
I empty my own faith, in absence' stow.
In false apply, recovering as slow
redeeming - in confusion to my God, have owe,
that hope in His fond keeping were enow.
I love thee so - I love thee so -
That I am false, to pray love's grow,
does not find - weeping in thy soul!
Categories:
enow, love, love,
Form: Rhyme
This love, enduring - ballast of the soul
is ever curing, thee to mine, not role,
but a clear stream of commonplace, of knoll,
that not division's grinding can control!
Heart spoken, not then of some earthly toll,
life's emptying - its prisons, its extol
is neither weight's dissension or escrow,
that carrying as to mention, only know.
Love's ballast - risen, tempered - Godly show
is faith within, the inner mind's re-vow
does save, and then does throw away the dole,
while joy of true love, living is enow!
Categories:
enow, love,
Form: Rhyme