Passing Scenes (While Reading Basho)
Copyright: ImageBankI am traveling by train
to the city,
I am traveling
in brilliant sleep
into the past
Meantime composing
a letter
to my inner no one
There were hives at the
edge of a wood
The mind shines
in the
window
The most beautiful house I ever died in
Everything's imaginary
When I hear the dawn gulls cry
even in New York
I long for New York-
Franz Wright (from Field, 2008)
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8 comments:
mmmmmm.....I love......."to my inner no one" "the most beautiful house I ever died in".....wow. Beautiful.
Fantastic lines here! Thanks for sharing this Khaled! Hope you are doing good. Your poems are definitely missed here mate.
Thats beautiful Khaled, very well written.
When words are moulded and smeared on paper,
they create a magic spell, that resounds in the eyes and nourishes the intellect:)
Thanks for casting the magic spell time and again. All the very best to you!
what a trip!
I've enjoyed the last few poems you have posted.(But you can't be serious on your twitter - we all love Mondays??! No, I am sure you had your tongue firmly in your cheek!)
Beautiful poem that so easily takes the reader for a ride. Great pick Khaled!!
-Alex
I just fell in love with this poem, thank you, Khaled!
Great choice...*smile*!
~Calli
I love the surreal quality of this poem, the
deep interpretations that play at my mind.
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