The moon has made its way into Aquarius, which was the sign May Ziadeh was born (who you have seen make a presence in the posts in the recent weeks; I let people and things be where they find themselves within my heart.) She was born on February 11, 1886, a hundred years before my…… Continue reading Wild Dreams, So Eager And Light
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Letting In The Glow And Then The Moon Too
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…… Continue reading Letting In The Glow And Then The Moon Too
Breakfast and a Poem
the sky at sunset last nightDuring moments of waiting in the day, I had learned more about translating poetry by rereading my own first attempts with online translators and by coming across a different poem yesterday that had been beautifully translated by someone else.This is my own newest translation of yesterday’s poem by May Ziadeh…… Continue reading Breakfast and a Poem
Intermission
Oh, sweet bitterness!I will soothe you and heal you.I will bring you roses.I, too, have been covered with thorns.—RumiEarlier: I Am Happy Here; I Have Yet To Come Out
A Poem Drapes Over My Shoulders
Dressed and ready, as the sun is bright and one bird is whistling notes in the trees, I read again the poem that I read last night, the first from Dream Flowers (Fleurs de Reve) by May Ziadeh.This is the book I found accidentally then when I was looking online to see if there were…… Continue reading A Poem Drapes Over My Shoulders
A Lost Book Lands Open Tonight
The book I thought was lost opens! May Ziadeh’s first book of poems in French. There are online translators to paste the words within; here’s a translator. I will read the first one tonight, scrolled down to page links to pg #11. (This isn’t the cover of the poetry book) * May Ziadeh -…… Continue reading A Lost Book Lands Open Tonight
A Note For The Morning
‘Rumi tea’ with a splash of almond milk named by me after the poet Last night I dreamed I was looking at this tea cup of mine I had found packed away with others just like it in the garage. I had thought then, ‘I don’t think I’d really like to drink out of a…… Continue reading A Note For The Morning
