tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2415913220502998489.post5223347176059241128..comments2012-01-29T09:27:39.815-08:00Comments on Pfffrrrummmp: I Love ~ Taha Muhammad AliKöy Delihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14558583528750622655noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2415913220502998489.post-56664305542239970882011-04-17T23:56:30.189-07:002011-04-17T23:56:30.189-07:00Some great lines here Nisaba, a strong opening and...Some great lines here Nisaba, a strong opening and I love the traceries of decomposing leaves - and the inter-textual homage to Taha's poem with his beautiful 'moistened eyelashes of your surprise'.<br /><br />Thank you very much for sharing your poem here, and encourage any visitors to take a look at your other poems at:<br /><br />http://allpoetry.com/Nisaba%20M.Köy Delihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14558583528750622655noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2415913220502998489.post-15524926974844590012011-04-17T22:52:57.439-07:002011-04-17T22:52:57.439-07:00"Meeting at an Airport" is a wonderful p..."Meeting at an Airport" is a wonderful poem, even in translation (I read only English). It inspired a humble effort of mine which actually described what I hate and what I love to be found at http://allpoetry.com/poem/6015785, "The Book of Change", the title of which is a reference to the I Ching:-<br /><br />THE BOOK OF CHANGE<br />by Nisaba Merrieweather<br /><br />Long ago I hated<br />Loss, helplessness<br />And the pain of longing.<br /><br />The guttering pink candles on the ledge<br />Only reminded the night to be dark.<br />Even the orange moon<br />Was the deepest blue.<br /><br />But the piling up of the years around me<br />Did to me what the years always do.<br />Now I choose to wrap my horizons tightly around me<br />Like an invisible constricting cloak<br />That holds me silent and breathes for me - <br /><br />And now I love<br />The tiniest things - <br />The ants in the lines<br />Of their huge cities and invincible armies,<br />The stars in their constellations<br />(huge flaming balls<br />of exploding hydrogen<br />destroying everything in their path<br />and evoking the cries of lovelorn poets).<br /><br />I love the traceries<br />Of decomposing leaves,<br />The joy and sadness of knowing<br />That everything and nothing is the same.<br /><br />But I love most of all,<br />My distant friend,<br />The moistened eyelashes of your surprise.Nisaba Merrieweatherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01354338091173477022noreply@blogger.com