He left a lot of beautiful thoughts. Deep and clear like a river running over a bed of stones. That river will run on for a long time, and the stones it passes over will retain their beauty. I like stone, you know, and wet stone is always so much richer in color and light. For some reason, the many poems of Darwish that I have read on Edita's site make me think of his words as water that keeps stones glistening wet, and beautiful. And I don't know why that image comes to me, but it does. I was sorry to hear of his passing.
The news of Mahmoud Dawish's passing was such a shock - It seemed I had only just found him on Edita's pages and was entranced and now he has gone! I think of a line of his from his poem Low Sky "...My gifts are larger than I am / eat my wheat / and drink my wine / my sky is on my shoulders and my earth is yours.//
I have been away longer than I first thought but all is well now and it has been a delight, as always, to catch up on your pics, thoughts and poems on your blogs.
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ReplyDeleteHe left a lot of beautiful thoughts. Deep and clear like a river running over a bed of stones. That river will run on for a long time, and the stones it passes over will retain their beauty. I like stone, you know, and wet stone is always so much richer in color and light. For some reason, the many poems of Darwish that I have read on Edita's site make me think of his words as water that keeps stones glistening wet, and beautiful. And I don't know why that image comes to me, but it does. I was sorry to hear of his passing.
ReplyDeleteReading his work (above), and your elegy - I will have to add him to the list.
ReplyDelete(Thing about you, friend -- I always learnd something new).
We must have a chess game some day.
-Astra
he knows the words
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or don't know how to say
The news of Mahmoud Dawish's passing was such a shock - It seemed I had only just found him on Edita's pages and was entranced and now he has gone!
ReplyDeleteI think of a line of his from his poem Low Sky "...My gifts are larger than I am / eat my wheat / and drink my wine / my sky is on my shoulders and my earth is yours.//
I have been away longer than I first thought but all is well now and it has been a delight, as always, to catch up on your pics, thoughts and poems on your blogs.
LoisH