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March 17, 2017

Derek Walcott

"Love After Love"

The time will come
when, with elation
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror
and each will smile at the other's welcome,

and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you

all your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,

the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.

Nobel laureate poet Derek Walcott had died aged 87 in St Lucia.

Posted by mehrdad at 03:47 PM | Poems |

March 12, 2017

Kissing the Wine Jug

Mahsa Vahdat: Kissing the Wine Jug

لب بر لب کوزه بردم از غایت آز
تا زو طلبم واسطهٔ عمرِ دراز
لب بر لب من نهاد و می‌گفت به راز
می خور، که بدین جهان نمی‌آیی باز

Then to this earthen Bowl did I adjourn
My Lip the secret Well of Life to learn:
And Lip to Lip it murmur'd--"While you live,
Drink!--for once dead you never shall return."

از من رَمَقی به سعی ساقی مانده‌است
وَزْ صحبتِ خلق، بی‌وفاقی مانده‌است
از بادهٔ دوشین قَدَحی بیش نماند
از عمر ندانم که چه باقی مانده‌است

A last gasp remains in me thanks to the saki's care
And infidelity is all that remains in people
A mere cup remains from last night's wine
And what remains of my life, I do not know

Posted by mehrdad at 11:36 AM | Music |