“This time when you and I sit here, two figures
with one soul, we’re a garden,
with plants and birdsong moving through us like rain.
The stars come out. We’re out
of ourselves, but collected. We point
to the new moon, its discipline and slender joy.
We don’t listen to stories
full of frustrated anger. We feed
on laughter and a tenderness
we hear around us.
when we’re together.
And even more incredible, sitting here in Konya,
we’er this moment in Khorasan and Iraq.
We have these forms in time.
and another in the elsewhere
that’s made of this closeness.”
—-Rumi
With that, my indefatigable boozers, national poetry month draws to a close, and April was not so cruel a month as all that. This has, however, been so much fun that I now hereby declare Tuesdays to be Poetry Tuesdays, whereupon I will endeavor to post poetry. Or at least symphonic poems.
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