I repent the dream I lost in Time’s womb; Perchance Life hides from me a dream to plumb: Not satiated with the dream to come Nor what on my skull in cipher writ: Tomb. Every life as an idea. It … Continue reading
Quatrain#44 Oh Love, in your deep embraces make heaven Of this earth, so shall peace on all reign: Through your eyes I see the sky, of the earth Held close as one along the horizon.
For those who have come to accept Omar Khayyam’s the Rubáiyát from the translation of Edward Fitzgerald my quatrains may come as a disappointment. The reclusive Victorian poet- scholar took great liberties with the original and yet created a standard … Continue reading