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Cemetery in the Snow (Xavier Villaurrutia) | Court of Lions
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Where poetry is roared like the sceptre of a king. Cemetery in the Snow (Xavier Villaurrutia). January 7, 2009 in Poetry. Note: A lovely snow poem by the great Mexican poet, Xavier Villaurrutia [1903-1950] which I’ve translated, and ceremoniously try to read at the first snow of every winter, if there is one… An eerie, cold and silent poem…). CEMENTERIO EN LA NIEVE. A nada puede compararse un cementerio en la nieve. Qué nombre dar a la blancura sobre lo blanco? Sobre las tumbas,. Para dejar sola la nieve,.
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Collaborations | Court of Lions
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Where poetry is roared like the sceptre of a king. The Court of Lions. Where poetry is roared like the sceptre of a king. Where poetry rains down like the very tears of heaven. Where waterspout lions pour from their stony hearts that suddenly flow. Where the flagstones are sun-warmed and rough as a lion’s tongue. Where songbirds are heard even when no birds have sung. Where, at water’s edge, we can step beyond the threshold into another world. Where dawn rises to the call of the restless mind. Vision and...
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Cutting Off the Branch | Court of Lions
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Where poetry is roared like the sceptre of a king. Cutting Off the Branch. September 3, 2010 in Poetry. Oh no you don’t–. That’s like cutting off the branch you’re sitting on,. Stomping on the inside. Of the glass bubble we call Reality. It pops. The bubble of your skull). And you are immersed in a boundless sea. Immaculate depth, without ripples. The ocean of the formless. Beyond the created world. The sky untracked by human eyes. You fall like a meteor, a suicide. Trailing fragments of your bubble!
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Seth | Court of Lions
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Where poetry is roared like the sceptre of a king. You are currently browsing Seth’s articles. March 25, 2010 in Poetry. The chamber’s lights are low. But hearts are shining brightly:. Sufis are dancing here in holy. It is a gathering of those who seek. The blessed Face–and here. Sobriety is left behind for drunkenness. Of a higher kind. The Sheikh, their leader, stands amidst. The circle of disciples. He’s tall and bearded,. In brown robe and turban he directs them;. Hearts aspiring out of time. And fur...
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Where poetry is roared like the sceptre of a king. Our Master Muhammad The Messenger of Allah: His Sublime Character and Exalted Attributes. Scribble your email to subscribe:. Join 18 other followers. On Allah Hayy (Fragment). On Cutting Off the Branch. Baba on Prayer Against Drought. On Cutting Off the Branch. Luis Perez on Cemetery in the Snow (Xavier Villaurrutia). Comments feed for this article. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:.
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Khalid | Court of Lions
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Where poetry is roared like the sceptre of a king. You are currently browsing Khalid’s articles. May 12, 2011 in Poetry. Finally the pot boils over, foaming thin;. The ceiling blurs, falls fast, a paper plane is hurled. From mountaintop, delirious, spinning, and the world. Splits open like a plastic bag, and truth pours in. July 2, 2010 in Poetry. A shadow of theology. Is cast over the lot:. Define the thing that needs must be. But only by what it’s not. Sometime the doctrine’s made a quiz,. That drift a...
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danielabdalhayymoore | Court of Lions
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Where poetry is roared like the sceptre of a king. You are currently browsing danielabdalhayymoore’s articles. May 3, 2010 in Poetry. Ancient Jiriziah is not a place. But its minarets jut up in spires across the. Sky and its alleys of camphor and teak. Reek of antediluvian atmospheres. And we somehow remember its light and. Rose-tinged shades and long to. Return to it and see it at the next. Turn in the road. Jiriziah of the flashing doorways. Jiriziah of the interconnected gardens of. Emerge from the bud.
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Prayer Against Drought | Court of Lions
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Where poetry is roared like the sceptre of a king. September 8, 2010 in Poetry. The arrows of rain are silver-shafted, fletched in grey. The skyscrapers’ steel frames are sketched in grey. Each thunderhead drifting across the hem of the day. Is whipped water vapor, shining white and edged in grey. Each drop is a silver nail driven into the clay. Pinning down the world, intaglio etched in grey. The fuzzy-gold goslings are ready to make their way. South on powerful pinions newly fledged in grey. You are co...
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Forgetfulness | Court of Lions
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Where poetry is roared like the sceptre of a king. July 29, 2010 in Poetry. At birth you must drink a whole pail of forgetfulness. And spend your living days in the vale of forgetfulness. Wet wrinkled newborns cling to their mothers. And shed their first tears with a wail of forgetfulness. That radiance we knew from the time before time. Is blown out, swept away by a gale of forgetfulness. Piracy, romance, adventure and mystery:. All different versions of the tale of forgetfulness. Join 18 other followers.
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