Tuesday, January 14, 2014

0 1 / 1 4 / 2 0 1 4 [poem]

We who've endured to two thousand fourteen
have lived through what cannot be easily said
at least we're enured when two thousand fourteen
comes laughingly quipping "at least you're not dead!"

the Y 2 K worries that fizzled away
have long since departed our "don't worry" head
it's true many say we've still got hell to pay
but let's be insouiciant! it's better than dread

some wizened now hobble while newlings yet spread
fresh-leafing delights as they brave the new day
through winter I've inklings tomorrow grows green
for we who've endured to two thousand fourteen

Thursday, January 9, 2014

After Rumi [rubai]

Beloved! (I said)     you became
                                                         the beautiful Idol of my life!

If you are mine    why do you talk about
                                                    (replied the beloved) your life?

Well and why do you (my rejoinder)
                                                   jab me with your jewely blade?

Because still (his answer came)
                                      your claim's a lie!   you love your life!


[Based on a literal translation done by Mehernoush McPherson, for which thanks.]