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New 23 Aug 2013 | 09:00 pm
for osm New …wears off all things: Shoes and cars, Christmas stars, kings and golden rings. But love we’re told If it is true is always new and never old. I wonder if Odysseus Half-he...
Joseph’s Dream 26 Jul 2013 | 06:15 pm
(Surah 12 / Genesis 39-41) Pharaoh dreamed That he was standing by the Nile. He dreamed the river went From white to red and Out of the river came seven cows, sleek and fat, and they fed in the ...
The Flowers 24 Jul 2013 | 09:59 pm
“per omnia saecula saeculorum…” here are so many poems I could send To you, the words of other men Who felt the ins and outs of love And laughed at kisses, and in the end Knew that kisses fade l...
The Mosque at Cordova (Muhammad Iqbal) 19 Jul 2013 | 09:39 pm
This poem was written by Iqbal on a visit to Spain in 1931-32. It consists of eight stanzas (the first of which has been translated here.) The structure of the poem is discussed here, where there...
The Gates 19 Jul 2013 | 11:42 am
بوابات Knowing that you are my first love But not my only passion Have thanks for giving In a single moment the refreshment Of a journey’s end, at Mecca or Jerusalem, the cool water that Staunc...
Things You Don’t Know about Me and You 16 Jul 2013 | 10:22 pm
When I play piano children sing like magpies so loudly I lose my place I think the ukulele is a real instrument to be treated like a violin and not like the kazoo you found in your father’s ...
A Further Wish 12 Jul 2013 | 12:08 am
Love is pushing the last thing You loved out the window Of your memory. Falling And moving like blowing sand On a dark day, it happens Not to bodies but to souls Looking for a way to sense T...
Ramadan 10 Jul 2013 | 12:01 am
It is the first evening in Ramadan And one muezzin has outlasted the others. He has a sweet voice filled with God: I wait For him to become the only muezzin, the Final singer. Because his voice is...
Villanelle: The Book in General 4 Jul 2013 | 12:29 am
God was the source and center of this love. You were the wish he wished in Babylon I was the soul he lost within the grove. Some say that Huwa drove the man to move Beyond the garden walls. So...
The Milkman of Khartoum 30 Jun 2013 | 10:11 pm
It is evening and in the street the donkey cart comes to the gate of a mud house coloured light orange in this fading light. I am in a high window; No one sees me. I am an angel or a bird. ...
