There is a Beautiful Creature
Living in a hole you have dug.
So at night
I set fruit and grains
And little pots of wine and milk
Beside your soft earthen mounds,
And I often sing.
But still, my dear,
You do not come out.
I have fallen in love with Someone
Who hides inside you.
We should talk about this problem---
Otherwise,
I will never leave you alone.
-- Hafiz
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
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1 comment:
Ergh! Pots of Wine. Singing. What enticement...Lovely poem!
-Mizz Kuhn
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