Beautiful poetry I came across recently.
Best Served with: Lazy Sunday Morning
Serving recommendations:Sunlight streaming through the windows and coffee piping hot.
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In your light I learn how to love.
In your beauty, how to make poems.
You dance inside my chest,
where no one sees you,
but sometimes I do,
and that sight becomes this art.
-Art as Flirtation and Surrender, Rumi
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Today, like every other day, we wake up empty and frightened. Don't open the door to the study and begin reading. Take down a musical instrument.
Let the beauty we love be what we do.
There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground.
-Spring Giddiness, Rumi
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Stand on the highest pavement of the stair—
Lean on a garden urn—
Weave, weave the sunlight in your hair—
Clasp your flowers to you with a pained surprise—
Fling them to the ground and turn
With a fugitive resentment in your eyes:
But weave, weave the sunlight in your hair.
-La Figlia che Piange, T.S. Eliot
Sunday, March 7, 2010
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P.S- Thank you Monica, for
the last one
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