So every spirit, as it is most pure,
And hath in it the more of heavenly light,
So it the fairer body doth procure
To habit in, and it more fairly dight,
With cheerful grace and amible sight.
For, of the soul, the body form doth take,
For soul is form, and doth the body make.
Unfortunately, not every poet is born into a world which values poetry, my friend.
-Then such a world is not deserving of poets.
Sayfa 4Kitabı okudu
The transitoriness of life on this earth and the uncertainty of the hereafter appear in a song ascribed to the tlatoani Nezahualcoyotl, the poet-king of Texcoco:
I, Nezahualcoyotl, ask this:
Is it true one really lives on the earth?
Not forever on earth, only a little while here.
Though it be jade it falls apart,
though it be gold it wears away
Not forever on earth, only a little while here.
The perception of space was much affected by the introduction of two European devices for improving vision -reading glasses and telescopes. The first are attested as early as fifteenth century and as far east Iran, where the poet Jami, lamenting the infirmities of old age, remarks that his eyes were now useless 'unless, with aid of Frankish glasses, the two become four.'
Sayfa 141 - PhoenixKitabı okudu
I can't, either.
"Well, this majestic poet and a singular soul, he manages to be himself. I can't do it. Can you?"
Sayfa 284 - Faruk and NilgünKitabı okudu
The Initiation VI
Still we can laugh at burgesses and churls
In our excess agony and lust.
We pity these poor prudes, insipid girls
And tepid boys, these creatures of the dust.
We pity all these meal-mouthed montebanks
That prate of Jesus, ethics, faith and reason,
These jerry-built dyspeptics, stuccoed cranks,
Their lives one dreary plain, one moist dull season
Like their grey land. O costive crapulence!
They ache and strain within the water closet
Of church and State, their shocked bleat of offence:
"This poet's life was such a failure". Was it?
Fools! our worst boredom was a loftier thrill
Than all you ever felt - or ever will.
