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Profound and accessible, this collection anticipates and enlarges upon many of the themes, and even the characters, of Erdrich's prose. A sequence of story poems called "The Potchikoo Stories" recounts the life and afterlife of the questing trickster Potchikoo, echoing the wit and humanity of the inimitable, Nanapush, who appears in several of Erdrich's novels, most recently The Last Report on the Miracles at Little No Horse.
A powerful new poem, "The Seven Sleepers," forms the core of an entire section of the book and is about the passionate search for the divine in all its forms. The final section, "Original Fire," travels through birth, ordinary life, loss, and redemption. These poems reveal that poetry emerges from what we fear most, and that memory is endurance. She lives in Minnesota with her daughters and is the owner of Birchbark Books, a small independent bookstore.
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Love Poems of Rumi
A thousand robes of wisdom are gone. All my good manners have moved a thousand miles away. The heart and the mind are left angry with each other. The starts and the moon are envious of each other. Because of this alienation the physical universe is getting tighter and tighter. O Love, You who have been called by a thousand names, You who know how to pour the wine into the chalice of the body, You who give culture to a thousand cultures, You who are faceless but have a thousand faces, O Love, You who shape the faces of Turks, Europeans, and Zanzibaris, give me a glass from Your bottle, or a handful of bheng from Your Branch.
Remove the cork once more. Then the addict will be breed of craving. This Love is beyond the study of theology, that old trickery and hypocrisy. I you want to improve your mind that way,. For the sake of love I gave up wealth and position. Now it is time for silence.
If I told you about His true essence You would fly from your self and be gone, and neither door nor roof could hold you back! Let nothing happen in the sky apart from me, or on the ground, in this world or that world, without my being in its happening. Language, say nothing. The way the night knows itself with the moon, be that with me. Be the rose nearest to the thorn that I am.
I want to feel myself in you when you taste food, in the arc of your mallet when you work, when you visit friends, when you go up on the roof by yourself at night. Chittick Translator Published Cowan Translator Published Love Poems of Rumi. If anyone asks you how the perfect satisfaction of all our sexual wanting will look, lift your face and say, Like this.
When someone mentions the gracefulness of the nightsky, climb up on the roof and dance and say, Like this. Like this. This tall. When someone asks what there is to do, light the candle in his hand. A little wind cleans the eyes. Love is the Water of Life Everything other than love for the most beautiful God though it be sugar- eating. What is agony of the spirit? To advance toward death without seizing hold of the Water of Life. Masnawi I A moment of happiness, you and I sitting on the verandah, apparently two, but one in soul, you and I.
The stars will be watching us, and we will show them what it is to be a thin crescent moon. You and I unselfed, will be together, indifferent to idle speculation, you and I. The parrots of heaven will be cracking sugar as we laugh together, you and I. In one form upon this earth, and in another form in a timeless sweet land. Kulliyat-e Shams, Lovers O lovers, lovers it is time to set out from the world. All through eternity Beauty unveils His exquisite form in the solitude of nothingness; He holds a mirror to His Face and beholds His own beauty.
His every quality finds an expression: Eternity becomes the verdant field of Time and Space; Love, the life-giving garden of this world.
Every branch and leaf and fruit Reveals an aspect of His perfection- They cypress give hint of His majesty, The rose gives tidings of His beauty. Whenever Beauty looks, Love is also there; Whenever beauty shows a rosy cheek Love lights Her fire from that flame. When beauty dwells in the dark folds of night Love comes and finds a heart entangled in tresses. Beauty and Love are as body and soul. Beauty is the mine, Love is the diamond. They have together since the beginning of time- Side by side, step by step.
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I swear, since seeing Your face, the whole world is fraud and fantasy The garden is bewildered as to what is leaf or blossom. A house of love with no limits, a presence more beautiful than venus or the moon, a beauty whose image fills the mirror of the heart. Let go of your worries and be completely clear-hearted, like the face of a mirror that contains no images. If you want a clear mirror, behold yourself and see the shameless truth, which the mirror reflects. If metal can be polished to a mirror-like finish, what polishing might the mirror of the heart require?
Between the mirror and the heart is this single difference: the heart conceals secrets, while the mirror does not. This is love: to fly toward a secret sky, to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment. First, to let go of live.
Original Fire Quotes
In the end, to take a step without feet; to regard this world as invisible, and to disregard what appears to be the self. Heart, I said, what a gift it has been to enter this circle of lovers, to see beyond seeing itself, to reach and feel within the breast.
Love is reckless; not reason. Reason seeks a profit.