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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I Am Happy Here; I Have Yet To Come Back Out
When I had found this book and looked within, I fell into a shallow sea and settled into the water, resting comfortably upon wet sand, as if not yet to come back out. I had not yet read the poems or any books by this author, and I am translating them from French into English, with…… Continue reading I Am Happy Here; I Have Yet To Come Back Out
A Soft Breeze Stirring And Lifting The Flowers…This Poem
And you, my beautiful friendWith the intoxicating smile?—They call me ‘Mimi’In the hours of delirium;And love my eyesThat point to the azure skyAnd my voice….home-like,….pure,Spring gave me to MayAnd I was bornThen I was ordained,Now I am a priest. Now my name is….And my light wings carry meAway from the Conventto the foreign lands.I love to…… Continue reading A Soft Breeze Stirring And Lifting The Flowers…This Poem
Dream Flowers and A Pen in My Hand
I am making a book of poems I’ve read in Dream Flowers by May Ziadeh.I felt I’d like to draw some flowers and clouds and mist.*It is her first book of poemspublished under the penname,Isis CopiaYou beautiful Silver WingThrilling life, your name,Little child?“My name is LilieFor near a beautiful Lilac (Spring Harvest)In the garden there,My mother left me.”“Lilie, well!…… Continue reading Dream Flowers and A Pen in My Hand
