A WordPress Welcome
Since I sailed away from Blogger Thursday night having safely gotten myself on solid ground as that ship was going down, I’d imported my posts to WordPress and left these words:
‘Be well, Blogger and farewell! I will remember our eleven years.’
And I have made a few changes to this blog since yesterday morning: if you scroll to the bottom of the main page, you can see all the tags and view posts on desired subjects, subscribe by email, and access the blog’s archive of posts, along with its slightly changed look today.
The moon has moved from Sagittarius into Capricorn and I just found this forgotten photo when I’d tried to capture my first Full Moon party. I was holding my just written poem, the other pages translated by me.
And it was getting later and darker and I was also becoming sleepier, holding my new poem.
For the Capricorn moon, I will post a poem by a writer I’ve mentioned recently, Kahlil Gibran, who had been born on the Capricorn-Sagittarius cusp. I searched for a new poem of his this morning and came upon one I really enjoyed and noted in it what some might call ‘New York City humor’ or ‘city humor,’ or ‘sarcasm well done,’ although I am saying this myself of him, hadn’t read anyone write that.
Kahlil Gibran was born on January 6, 1883 in Bsharri, Lebanon and also lived in New York City and Boston, USA. He identified as a painter, poet, and writer and is also well known for his thoughts on spirituality.
The poet, translator, and writer May Ziadeh I’ve written of on the blog recently had written to him in a letter expressing what she’d enjoyed and thought of the novel he’d written. Some time after that, he’d received a picture she’d sent of herself. She’d helped spread his works in the Middle East while he was in the United States by writing critiques and insights of them, which also helped establish herself as a literary critic. They’d corresponded with each other for about nineteen years in love through letters.
This is a poem I found today when I’d looked for one I hadn’t yet read by Kahlil Gibran and whose subject I’d found on my mind and spoken of in recent times:
On Giving And Taking
by Kahlil Gibran
Once there lived a man
who had a valley-full of needles.
And one day the mother of Jesus came to him and said:
“Friend, my son’s garment is torn and I must needs mend it before he goeth to the temple.
Wouldst thou not give me a needle?”
And he gave her not a needle, but a learned discourse on Giving and Taking to carry to her son before he should go to the temple.
I heard this new song after I’d found today’s poem, just came upon it; I’d posted one called “Akaal” months ago which featured him with Ajeet.