When a man is in love
how can he use old words?
Should a woman
desiring her lover
lie down with
grammarians and linguists?
***
I said nothing
to the woman I loved
but gathered
love's adjectives into a suitcase
and fled from all languages.
Dedicated to snatches of song that can sum up your state of mind at that moment. To those song- writers and poets who string words together that anyone can own. To my own pen, that can create pieces of song, though rare...
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Saturday, October 02, 2010
Sunday, August 06, 2006
Had I told the sea
In the summer
I stretch out on the shore
And think of you
Had I told the sea
What I felt for you,
It would have left its shores,
Its shells,
Its fish,
And followed me.
Nizar Qabbani, In the Summer
I stretch out on the shore
And think of you
Had I told the sea
What I felt for you,
It would have left its shores,
Its shells,
Its fish,
And followed me.
Nizar Qabbani, In the Summer
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