Section: «Poems»
Verse (ancient Greek ὁ στίχος — row, structure), a term in versification used in several meanings:
artistic speech organized by division into rhythmically commensurate segments; poetry in the narrow sense; in particular, it implies the properties of versification of a particular tradition ("antique verse", "Akhmatova's verse", etc.);
a line of poetic text organized according to a certain rhythmic pattern ("My uncle of the most honest rules").
All Pervading Consciousness
And as His Essence all the world pervadesNaught in Creation is, save this alone.Upon the waters has He fixed His Throne,This earth suspended in the..
© Al-Ghazali Abu Hamid
Why Was Adam
'Why was Adam driven from the garden?'The pupil asked his master. 'His heart was hardenedWith images, a hundred bonds that clutter the earthChained..
© Al-Ghazali Abu Hamid
The Triumph Of The Soul
Joy! Joy! I triumph! Now no more I knowMyself as simply me. I burn with loveUnto myself, and bury me in love.The centre is within me and its..
© Al-Ghazali Abu Hamid
Intoxicated By The Wine Of Love
Intoxicated by the Wine of Love.From each a mystic silence Love demands.What do all seek so earnestly? 'Tis Love.What do they whisper to each other?..
© Al-Ghazali Abu Hamid
Invocation
We are busy with the luxury of things.Their number and multiple faces bringTo us confusion we call knowledge. Say:God created the world, pinned night..
© Al-Ghazali Abu Hamid
Looking For Your Own Face
Your face is neither infinite nor ephemeral.You can never see your own face,only a reflection, not the face itself.So you sigh in front of mirrorsand..
© Al-Ghazali Abu Hamid
In The Dead Of Night
In the dead of night, a Sufi began to weep.He said, 'This world is like a closed coffin, in whichWe are shut and in which, through our ignorance,We..
© Al-Ghazali Abu Hamid
Mystic Silence
From each, Love demands a mystic silence.What do all seek so earnestly? Tis Love.Love is the subject of their inmost thoughts,In Love no longer..
© Al-Ghazali Abu Hamid
Illahi Nama (Book Of God)
In the Book of God (Ilahi-nama) 'Attar framed his mystical teachings in various stories that a caliph tells his six sons, who are kings themselves..
© Al-Ghazali Abu Hamid
Conference Of The Birds
'Attar began The Conference of the Birds (Mantiq al-tair) with an invocation praising the holy Creator in which he suggested that one must live a..
© Al-Ghazali Abu Hamid
WING-BEA
In some last inventory, I'll have lost a seasonthrough the occlusionof summer by another hemisphere.Going therethe winter tolls twiceacross the year...
© Robert Gray
A BOWL OF PEARS
Swarthy as oilcloth and as squatas Sancho Panzawearing a beret's little stalkthe pearitself suggests the application of some rigourthe finest..
© Robert Gray
IN DEPARTING LIGHT
My mother all of ninety has to be tied upin her wheelchair, but still she leans far out of it sideways;she juts there brokenly,able to cutwith the..
© Robert Gray
HARBOUR DUSK
She and I came wandering there through an empty park,and we laid our hands on a stone parapet'sfading life. Before us, across the oily, aubergine..
© Robert Gray
TWILIGHT
These long starsonstalksthat have grown upearlyand are likewaterplants and that standin allthe pools and the lakeevenat the brimofthe dark..
© Robert Gray
The Fishermen
There comes trudging back across the home paddocks of the baypushing its waywaist-deep in the trembling seed-heads of the lightthe trawler, with flat..
© Robert Gray
The Dying Light
My mother all of ninety has to be tied upin her wheelchair, yet still she leans far out of it sideways;she juts there brokenly,able to cutwith the..
© Robert Gray
Annotation
It has always seemed to me that neutral things would help usif only we could hearthe eloquenceof their dumb ministry.What is it that these things of..
© Robert Gray
Byron Bay: Winter
Barely contained by the eyesight,the beach makes one great arc -blue ranges overlapped behind it;each of them a tide-mark.About me, swamp-oaks'..
© Robert Gray
Wing-Beat
In some last inventory, I’ll have lost a seasonthrough the occlusionof summer by another hemisphere.Going therethe winter tolls twiceacross the year...
© Robert Gray
Nine Bowls of Water
Clear water, in silvery tin dishesdented as ping pong balls:a lemon juice tinge of the staling light is in them;they've a faint lid of dust.A potted..
© Robert Gray
Twilight
These long starsonstalksthat have grown upearlyand are likewaterplants and that standin allthe pools and the lakeevenat the brimofthe dark..
© Robert Gray
A Bowl Of Pears
Swarthy as oilcloth and as squatas Sancho Panzawearing a beret’s little stalkthe pearitself suggests the application of some rigourthe finest..
© Robert Gray
Harbour Dusk
She and I came wandering there through an empty park,and we laid our hands on a stone parapet’sfading life. Before us, across the oily, aubergine..
© Robert Gray
In Departing Light
My mother all of ninety has to be tied upin her wheelchair, but still she leans far out of it sideways;she juts there brokenly,able to cutwith the..
© Robert Gray