...
I am being rowed through Paradise in a river of Hell:
Exquisite ghost, it is night.
The paddle is a heart; it breaks the porcelain waves.
It is still night. The paddle is a lotus.
I am rowed- as it withers-toward the breeze which is soft as
if it had pity on me.
If only somehow you could have been mine, what wouldn't
have happened in the world?
I'm everything you lost. You won't forgive me.
My memory keeps getting in the way of your history.
There is nothing to forgive.You can't forgive me.
I hid my pain even from myself; I revealed my pain only to myself.
There is everything to forgive. You can't forgive me.
If only somehow you could have been mine,
what would not have been possible in the world?
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Something I shouldn't have deleted. Read rest here
Friday, March 13, 2009
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4 comments:
Somehow every time I visit your blog there's something that hits me hard :). I remember this poem from a text in school and scribbling notes the teacher provided, all over. Today I this extract makes me feel like it talks about me!
and... this has prompted me to make a sane post in a long time :)
@samya
hehe.. the pleasure is all MINE ;)
and since i can't comment on ur blog..
yep ali was smarter :)
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