<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=460078" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>In the spirit of Rumi - 43 - The Poet</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">And they often said, <br>‘O poet, as you call yourself –<br>why are all your verses <br>to your divine Beloved, full<br>of ‘as’ and ‘like’? ’ –</div><div style="margin:10px 0">‘Her lips are like red rubies, or as strawberries’…<br>‘Her neck, as slender as that of a running young gazelle’…<br>‘Her smile is like sun after rain’…</div><div style="margin:10px 0">‘Why do you tempt us with these earthly things? ’</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The poet said</div><div style="margin:10px 0">‘Like’ and ‘as’ are the keys to heaven, no less: <br>there is no language spoken yet by men<br>equal to the language of Her presence –</div><div style="margin:10px 0">my truest poetry is spoken in the moment when<br>I look upon her beauty, but stunned to silence –<br>but how then to praise her, tell of her<br>to those who never saw her beauty yet? …</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and so, I take those things most familiar, <br>most dear to the senses of all mortal men, <br>saying, is this not beautiful? And yet, beyond all this<br>her beauty, which yet comprehends all sense, <br>all mind, all spirit, all love, all lovers, is her love…</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and even when I do not say those words, <br>but, silent, let an image come of her: <br>‘A gazelle ran wide-eyed through my dream; and I awoke<br>with the taste of strawberries on my lips…’</div><div style="margin:10px 0">then, I know myself to be blest by her, <br>and yet, the image but a teasing veil; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">this is her immortal gift to poets –<br>to know their mortal failure, yet<br>to sing to men: I saw her but in passing…yet…<br>now, I am possessed of her, and sworn<br>the Beloved’s servant all my loving life…</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Michael+Shepherd">Michael Shepherd</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=460078" data-title="In the spirit of Rumi - 43 - The Poet de Michael Shepherd" data-description="And they often said, ‘O poet, as you call yourself – why are all your verses to your divine Beloved, full of ‘as’ and ‘like’? ’ – ‘Her lips are like red rubies, or as strawberries’… ‘Her neck, as slender as that of a run..."></div> </div> </div>

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