mardi 21 octobre 2008

Rumi Poems (Everyman's Library Pocket Poets)


What do you hope to find
In the soul's street
In the bloody streets of the heart
That have no news, even of yourself?

How long will we fill our pockets
Like children with dirt and stones?
Let the world go. Holding it
We never know ourselves, never are air-born.

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